Short Story
I wrote a short story as a sort of metaphor for a recent relationship or rather an attempt at a relationship.
A relationshit. Anyways I might continue it later if things change or continue.I'm not entirely sure if the attempt or the story is over yet.But I'd like to post it so far. I'm not one for writing so I'd really appreciate some input or grammar advice and such.
Don’t resolve the problems.
It all happened one day, when I waltzed into a fine movie rental chain, the place where he worked.
Nothing else mattered except that this was his place of employment. I was blind then, all I could see was him.
I wish I had taken the time to see the details such as the posters, the other employees and the long line of girls waiting in an orderly fashion in front of the register.
I walked past all of this to him, to stand in front of the proclaimed guardian of my heart. I
presented him with a rose as I extended my arm towards him way up on that skyscraper of a body I saw his breathtaking smile stretch across his face. His dimples sank in more apparent than ever as he accepted my offering. Then he placed it aside reaching down for something.
I thought to myself : Whatever he has to give you take it, be happy! Your smile can not compare to his but fill your eyes with light for him. Let him melt you.
He lifted up a 7.62mm automatic rifle from under the counter aiming right at my chest. He let me have it. My insides flew out of my back splattering all over the new releases. My heart somewhere blown apart amongst this wreckage. I fell to the ground, cold and lifeless. The girl at the front of the line stepped over me without a glance like the discarded piece of trash that I was. She leaned over the counter and she embraced him. Sucking his tongue ,pulling his lips with hers, kissing him passionately and he loved it. The smell of the vacant hole through my body, the rotting flesh. This did not bother them or the others waiting in line.
Feed off of the hurt.