He sits alone, eating his lunch with rapid, determined motions. Once one bite of food has been thoroughly chewed, his fingers fly up with another morsel, wasting no time in useless swallowing and digesting. Dainty sips are taken from the clear liquid in his glass, which holds a single straw; the ketchup bottle has been
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I consider myself a man of my word. Someone you can count on. Someone who will be there for you. So, when I heard that some of you had taken my words and actions out of context and misunderstood my original intentions, well, I was crestfallen. It was never my intention to slander, defame, or
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They were saying that I’d lost my edge. After ten years the angst and dread that had infused my early paintings and established my, rather tenuous, notoriety in the art world had largely dissipated. Not wanting to repeat myself after my early success I, naturally, sought other more mature modes of expression and arrived at
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Ronnie MacKenzie’s gangly body tripped across his bedroom giddily. When he reached the closet, he flung open the door and grabbed hold of his old suitcase that Grandpa Angus had brought over from the old country. The black color was terribly faded now, and the metal pieces were showing rust, but in the end, how
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1. Do not assume that just because the story ends with the man and the woman not living happily ever after that the author has problems in her own relationships. 2. A cat can sometimes be just a cat. It is not necessarily a metaphor for death, or motherhood, or even Derrida’s theory of Difference.
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