Constance Zimmer
👤 SpeakerAppearances Over Time
Podcast Appearances
You don't have to do that, she said, her eyes dimmed to slits.
He squinted at her reflection in his shield, then dropped his arms and stared at her.
The longer he looked, the deeper his dismay.
He'd imagined marble statues carved in his image, his fist gripping her head by the snakes.
What kind of trophy would that make?
She looked like not a monster, but a beautiful baby.
Dazed and defeated, the hero departed the way he came through the window she'd left open for him.
She said frantically, sitting up in the tub.
She realized that he was never coming back.
just like her lover, just like her 37 loves.
In his absence, the bathroom felt terribly empty.
Her hand drifted over her scalp and down to her soft bare throat.
She could slay herself, or she could go make hot chocolate, or watch TV.