teodoro-s:

–.04.15

– I was born sick, but I love it.

– Nebraska, 1980.

“ “I can leave now if you like,“ I said tremulously. "I can simply get up very slowly and leave without hurting you. I swear it. You must not be alarmed.”

“Why you?” she asked.

“I don’t understand your question,” I said. Was I crying? Was I just shivering and shaking? “What do you mean, why me?”

She came in closer and looked down at me. I could see her very distinctly.

Perhaps she saw a mop of blond hair and the glint of light in my glasses and that I seemed young…

…She came very close to me. Far too close. She shouldn’t. In a moment she’d be screaming…”