Coming in November 2000!
ROSWELL'S FIRST FANZINE!
EVERYTHING'S
ON FIRE
by Stephanie Cooke
(lyrics by Hunters and Collectors)
We’ve
never made love with the lights on.
No,
that’s mean of me—a little too harsh, I guess.
Perhaps at one time we made love, but if that time exists at all, it
exists many moons ago—an eternity or more, as far as I’m concerned.
I’m
not worried. It doesn’t faze me at all.
If
I don't come home before midnight
And I call out your name in the dark
You'll know that I've been tempted
And I'll know that I've got no heart
Two thousand, four hundred and
sixty-two days have passed since that day. It’s significant for so many
reasons. It was the day my niece said her first word. She’s such a beautiful
little girl—although not so little any more. She was fortunate enough to
inherit her mother’s blond hair and her father’s eyes but not her father’s
ears. When she grows up, she’ll be so beautiful, boys will be just falling
over themselves to date her—girls too, if she feels so inclined. Her first
word was “love,” which was a surprise to us all; but then, it shouldn’t
have been, considering how her mother tells her she loves her more times a day
than I care to count.
It’s significant because it was the day of our wedding. We got married, for better or for worse—I just can’t decide if right now is our better or our worse. It’s so hard to tell, because we’ve walked that thin line for our entire lives. It’s also the day that we unequivocally said “This is who we are,” but I fear that we were wrong.
Last night he didn’t come
back to the house.
(to be continued . . .)
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Date: November 22,
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