I can taste them. Words, I mean.
Sweet ones don’t always imply sweet things.
“Mrs. Anderson, did you shoot Mr. Anderson?”
I return a slow answer.
The aftertaste of my words crumbles to a grainy melt on my tongue — sugar cube sweet. I savor the taste and await my judgment.
Torché is passionate about God, anime, and writing. She combines these three elements in her manga (which she co-writes with her sister), TheRemnant: This Is Not Flesh & Blood.
Crunching gravel and canned cherry freshener.
You, me, and the endless road, twisted like black licorice.
Remember?
Your favorite toy—the squeaking pig—steals your passenger seat spot with equal measures of innocence and callousness. I give her a good squeeze and crack open the window for old times’ sake.
Author’s note: In memory of Haus, the coolest Jack Russell
Torché is passionate about God, anime, and writing. She combines these three elements in her manga (that she co-writes with her sister), TheRemnant: This Is Not Flesh & Blood.