68 Hero


I need a hero, but not you.

You’re strong, no one disagrees with you on that,

And you say that you’re just, no one dares disagree with you on that,

And that is the problem.

Heroes should always be honest of course, but shouldn’t ordinary people be allowed to be honest too?

And when you help people, it seems it is only with your own interests in mind.

I heard you even charged old Mrs. Higgs for getting her grey tomcat down from the Christmas tree in the square.

And your eyes. They’re so hungry.

I fear that if I fell into your arms, I’d never be free again.

So if you are the only hero available, I think I’d be better off with a villain.


26 Tears

The tears shine in her eyes, form as they leave the corners and when they strike the pile below her with a small click, they are pearls. They lie in waves around her, and she sits at her fountain which she cannot leave and adds to their number.

A man who has been hiding in the bushes watching her crawls out from his cover. He straightens himself and takes a step into the pearls assuming he will be the one to save the maiden from her misery. Some pearls roll away some crunch under his foot, and the girl looks at him, a flicker of hope in her heart.

He freezes, crumbles, scatters into a thousand shiny white pearls and becomes part of the sea around her.

And the pearls continue to fall.

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