But during our final visit, he was more reflective. Isn’t everybody, he said, seeking the same thing in life? Aren’t we all looking for contentment? He was never happy in his youth—not in high school, not with a job, not being around other people. Then he discovered his camp in the woods. ‘I found a place where I was content,’ he said. His own perfect spot. The only place in the world he felt at peace.
she imagined evil wizards and flames and being a bird, maybe a harpie but more graceful. and her legs shaking and the fire licking her and shaking and taking it, taking it in, feeling it warm her inside and spread unpredictably, frantic, electric
she skips a breath.
grabs and holds cool sheets
rolls around a bit
reaches for Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup and clamp legs together, feeling the chocolate melt in her mouth and the tinge of salt and her lower half still buzzing with pleasure.