obsession

Sometimes he would sit on the park bench and steal little snapshots in his mind eye.  The crowds did not hesitate to ignore as he blinked one eye closed and froze the image of a young woman's throat in his mind.  So tender, so smooth, he thought, and filed the picture away.  This woman's neck was not so young, so tender looking, it was bruised by her overzealous lover who had pul  read more »