Lyle

Lyle

It wasn’t fear; it was shame.

If he were to tell you himself, he has never experienced fear. And if he were to tell you why, he would say that he has never known the feeling, the emotion, the plague. But what he would not be so willing to share would be the impetus behind his lack of fear, his lack of normal human experience, and the obvious answer is simply that he is not human. No educated reader, however, would take this as a good explanation or effective explanation. To which he would coolly reply, “So what.”

 

‘I shouldn’t have done that.’

‘I shouldn’t have done that.’

There was no way in hell he would’ve or could’ve known that trying to get his head through the small opening at the top of the boat would not work out as well as he had planned. He never even knew why he wanted so badly to try to fit his head through the hole, except that it (the hole) looked roughly the size of his head, and “To measure one’s self,” he always said, “against the measurable is what truly matters in life.” Read more

Feeble

Feeble

It was always my grandfather who made me feel feeble even though, in my mind, he was always the one who could not really take care of himself. Of course, there was always help. Grandma still lived, and my parents lived only a few houses down, but it was my grandfather who always made comments about my life and my stature and the choices I made. Read more