Creative Waffle

“What is that, Waves? Under the Sea.”
“No”, Becky gasped while shaking with laughter.
“This is charades Beck; you can’t talk. You look like a bird by the way. Shane, it can’t be under the sea because you just did that.”
“Ha. Oh yeah” Shane’s face riddled with confusion as Becky continued to flip her wrists and arms.
“So we’ve got ‘with’ and ‘the’…what’s a film called something with the something?”
“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”
“You spoke! You’ve ruined the whole game.”
“C’mon, I’m sorry but this is getting boring! There’s no way you would’ve guessed it.” Becky giggled.
“…could’ve played the ‘sounds-like’ card…”
Amidst the teasing no-one noticed the epileptic fit.


He knows my secret.

I wish he did because it’ll destroy me. If he says those horrible words I know a part of me will die. It’s not a matter of if. When he looks one last time, hate burning his eyes, I’ll cry. God, will I cry?! My strength, my being- I'll cry it out. It won’t be just his love he’ll take; but mine too. Our souls will be lost - Gone with the wind.