Presenting : Twisted Logic in 55 words.
She sat on the bed, half naked, wincing as he applied the balm over the welts on her back.
She tried but didn’t understand. "Why?" she whispers, eyes brimming.
"Because I love you" He says. “You correct the one you love" He justifies.
"Its best not to be loved" her bowed head concludes in silence.
An Event in 55 words.
“I am an empathetic person, I understand how others feel” He said.
We walked past a man dragging a woman by her hair.
I wanted to help so I stop to look,
“It’s a family matter, not our business”, he said pulling me away.
I understood him. We walked away with all of our empathy.
He turns on the soft table lamp. She sleeps peacefully, as he tries to commit each line of her into his memory with adoring eyes. He steadies himself, methodically noting every minute detail of the day, in the measured circle of light, knowing, soon this will be lighter of memories, as disease claims his brain.
He sighs, a defeated sigh, at the evidence of worth, proof of his effort to live well- A camcorder, toolbox, passport, wrist-watch and few bills, left after his wife cleaned the bank account and left him for another man. Ironically, the cassette in the case was a half done documentary titled “A Life Well Lived.”
