- Then he wonders why he is thinking of hair, of all things, at a time like this.
- Thoughts whir and beat around his head, chasing each other like some insatiable child
- She’s never going to be normal again. And she loves it. She can die, right here and now, when that alien turns on them, and she’ll be happier now than she ever was or would have been in the real world.
Love the whimsy of the first line; the imagery of the second; and, the simple passion of the third. You write emotionally complex themes in such a clean, simple style. It's a fascinating dichotomy. I really like it.