Wednesday, May 16, 2012
What a Douche
Her head ached from all the crying, but her heart ached more. She sat, still trembling slightly, in the driver's seat, afraid to look him in the eyes. He leaned over and turned her face toward him with his fingers. He lifted the chin of her tear-streaked face with his thumb and forefinger. As he smiled slightly and stared sweetly into her eyes she thought for a moment that he was going to say something right for a change. "Will you buy me a pack of cigarettes?"