Pain is an aging police officer. It sleeps lightly, still on call. It moves slowly sometimes, especially in the morning, when it slides its legs over the side of the bed, puts sore feet on the floor, and stands. But it always carries a pistol.
I finally figured out why I’m all about peace-wanting. But does it really matter why? Peace is a staple food. We starve without it. So we eat each other’s souls instead, until we’re just about dead. Stupid zombies.
how late is too late? when tomorrow remembers today but you forget who’s in the picture? that soft-grinned girl in the pale blue dress – she almost looks like Mother Mary. did you forget to pray? it’s all right. she’ll forgive you either way. Easter’s coming, after all, so there’s still time. there’s still time.
