On the corner of Lilly Street is a large white home. It's clean and well kept. Inside lives a man and a women. They've never seen each other. The two of them sit on oppisite sides of the house. The women suddenly hears a loud sound coming from down the hall. She jumps and looks through the darkness. Standing, she walks to her bedroom door and opens it. She steps into the hall slowly. Her ears can hear weeping. She frowns at the sound. Her feet slide across the cold floor as she walks with her hand on the bare wall. Finally she reaches the man doors. He is no longer weeping. It is silent. She feels for the door knob and when she finds it she twists slowly. The door comes open with a small creek and light floods into the mans room. He has broken mirrors all across the floor.

"Don't look at me," he cries and turns away.

Looking straight at him through the darkness she asks, "What's wrong?"

"Don't you see me," he says pointing at his face, "I was badly burned as a child. I am a monster."

She sighs. "You are not a monster. You are a man." She takes a step slowly through the darkness, toward the man. He jumps up to stop her so she does not step on any broken glass. His eyes meet hers. The light making them seem bright, but the film covering up their true beauty.  She runs her cold, small fingers down his cheeks. Over small long groves in his skin.

"Come. I'm hungry. We can eat in the kitchen, together."

He smiles a small smile.

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One night my friend had asked him to tell him a short bedtime story and that is what flowed thru my fingers. <3