tunneling to the center of the earth | kevin wilson
notes:
And it is strangely wonderful to feel the lack of something instead of believing that it was never there in the first place.
The sun has bled into his skin so that he is stained red.
He suspects the books he has gathered will not be used today, but this has only made him more careful in the choosing.
He hopes that blood and severed heads and people impaled on sharp spikes will make Wynn want to be near him.
She’s got a way of making a man feel guilty for certain things he’d never feel bad about on his own, like watching someone shoot himself in the face.
she was unbelievably smart, but not in a way that made you feel bad for not understanding her sometimes.
Penny felt her happiness fading, and it made her ashamed that this was happening. She often wished that the things that made her happy were the same things that made her mother happy.
She did not like people telling her that she was pretty because it meant they were looking at her.
When she finally got away, she waited at the shed, blowing warm air into her fists, and she could feel her body getting lighter, the things she kept inside her turning to air. She pretended that a comet had hit the earth and that she was the only person left in the world. And then, suddenly, rustling in the high weeds, another person, one other person still alive, carrying a model car in his hands like it was a small animal.
“We’re the only people left, everyone else is dead,” she said after they had stopped making out. He took out a small canister of breath spray and sprayed it into the flame of his lighter, making a flamethrower.
“I can make fire, then,” he said and Penny was so delighted that he had understood, had not made her feel strange, that she leaned into him and kissed him again.
She loved him and she couldn’t explain exactly why and this made her think that it must be true.
It seems as if he is about to cry, he is so happy, and I’m am grateful for the mystery of why there are things you can give someone that will bring them joy, that perhaps there is this capability with all things.
While people hope the good things will happen, they expect the bad things. Good things only make people nervous, like the calm before a storm.
janet change 