Sunday, October 29, 2006

FOURTEEN.

She stayed up till 3, watching The Ring.

She remembers how it was the first film that they had watched together.

She remembers how she had clung on to him, like a

babykoala clinging on to its
m o t h e r

Frightened to Death.

He had been so sweet, to let her bury her head in his chest.

Now he was more Burn(ing taste of Demon's Drink) than sweet.


But he still didn't come back.

There goes another plate of chicken rice.

1 comment:

abstracity said...

Another contrast. From someone clinging, warm and sweet, to someone disappeared. The ending was simple, yet so poignant.

There goes another plate of chicken rice.

Ouch.