Between Point A and B
Wino didn't know what kind of mood Polly would be in when he got there. Would it be a warm welcome or a violent and brutal slaughter. He guessed it didn't matter right now. It put a bad taste in the mouth, but grody would just have to squeeze his throat together and force up that guilt that sat there like the mucus an army recruit gets when they go through the tear gas drills of boot-camp. Yeah, he'd need to spit that out. When he finally did, it hit the side of the car and oozed down, finally blowing off into the wind. He managed to shake it off. Right now he was between points and that is often the best part.
There was something growing inside, maybe the ghost of Wino's twin who died at birth. Sometimes it felt like the ghost was always hungry, Grody could never feed it enough. It was almost too much for him. The scar that ran down the side of him was proof of one episode of giving up, but Wino knew his twin felt just as guilty about occupying his stomach as Wino felt about the attempt to cut the twin out. This was both the brilliance and burden that the connection between each carried. It was a constant struggle and amazing that his/their life had lasted this long.
There was something growing inside, maybe the ghost of Wino's twin who died at birth. Sometimes it felt like the ghost was always hungry, Grody could never feed it enough. It was almost too much for him. The scar that ran down the side of him was proof of one episode of giving up, but Wino knew his twin felt just as guilty about occupying his stomach as Wino felt about the attempt to cut the twin out. This was both the brilliance and burden that the connection between each carried. It was a constant struggle and amazing that his/their life had lasted this long.