Medusa's Web

“I got to missing her, the way things used to be here, the past. The past,” she repeated. “It’s always out there, isn’t it? I hate now. I hate that whenever you look at a clock, it shows a different time. What’s the use of knowing what time it is, if it’s always changing? And it’s always later!”

When my mother told me the meek would inherit the earth, I told her all I wanted of it was the shovelful that would cover my cold face.

“She did love us. Does.”

“She loves you the way a drowning person loves somebody they can push down and climb on top of.”