Thoughtfully she chewed the orchid with her chipped teeth. Her mother had not shown her how to hem the dress.
When the waiter approached her table, she wondered if she would get a wink. But he just asked if she wanted extra tartar sauce.
The hell of it was, there had been other options. The adrenaline made his hand shake as he unscrewed the hose from the bent faucet.
In eight grade his father gave him an old Briggs & Stratton lawn mower engine to disassemble. He got a C, the lowest grade he ever got for an elective class.
"We have seven weeks," she said, tracing the top of a wine glass half full of Merlot. He nodded, thinking he'd made the wrong choice with the wine.
The sadness that weighed on them both was largely unspoken. He eventually took the room downstairs, but slept no better.
The movie was called The Last House on Dead End Street, though it was also once known as The Cuckoo Clocks of Hell. He came to regret disposing of his hacksaw so soon after viewing.
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