The Distraction Prelude by Papoose Doorbelle She walks by. I'm so distracted by my objective, I don't even notice her. But her scent is all too familiar, and memories of temptation come flooding back into my mind. My lip quivers. I pray it isn't her. I was once her prey; though the irony escapes me as it always has. I want to say something, but I can't; not after what she's done. The pain never subsided. I became emotionally disconnected and unaware of the change in my perception as it happened and crippled my social skills. It was seven years ago; my first love as an adult. But that's not the whole story, is it? My first love in life turned out to teach me a very painful lesson; one that I will never forget or repeat to regret. She's alone, but that doesn't matter; not anymore. Alone for the moment, but she certainly has her roster of victims she toys with every week. Another poor sap, desperate for a good woman to make into a wife, finds her
Distraction Prelude
Chen Dushek's Wild Imagination