The map’s legend no longer showed uncharted lands.
The chef banished all cooks from her kitchen.
The last thing she heard: his distress call.
Somehow the violent and the compassionate served together.
He loved them even if they were wrong.
They succeeded in hate because he remained silent.
“Some people like money.”
“Some people prefer living. “
The machine performed even better after his “accident”
The self-righteous fools were outnumbered and out righteoused.
He ran through the minefield just the once.
“I don’t know if you are the father.”
“He has not loved, who has not loathed.”
Her love couldn’t pull him from the brink.
His despair did not atone for his sins.
The village feared the horizon and returning boats.
Love me from afar, I beg of you.
He wanted closure through her horrible, painful death.
He spent his last dime on her dinner.
They went right as friends, left as lovers.
He longed for her return but not her.