Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.
The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother__ rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment__y sanctuary where I dreamed and desired and hoped for goodness and love. I wonder how long that clock will tick without anyone around to hear it. I wonder if maybe I should have taken my grandmother__ silverware or jewelry instead. I wonder _ if I knew then what I know now _ if I still would have approached Jade that first night and invited her into my life, only to watch as she took it from me and fed it to some Godless thing, as my mother had called it. Would I still have given myself over to her, knowing it would end the same way, with the barbaric flicker of hope that this time she could love me?
The End of Summer: Thirteen Tales of Halloween
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The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother__ rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment__y sanctuary where I dreamed and desired and hoped for goodness and love. I wonder how long that clock will tick without anyone around to hear it. I wonder if maybe I should have taken my grandmother__ silverware or jewelry instead. I wonder _ if I knew then what I know now _ if I still would have approached Jade that first night and invited her into my life, only to watch as she took it from me and fed it to some Godless thing, as my mother had called it. Would I still have given myself over to her, knowing it would end the same way, with the barbaric flicker of hope that this time she could love me?
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