as told to Viktor Quixote by One Who Must Remain Nameless
Cult of Pinkie Love:
a Confessional
24 December 2017
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The painful memory of her abrupt disappearance--spirited away by her dad the small-town grifter, and another man who turned out to be the father of her middle child (she has three kids by three dads)--still haunts me and replays in my mind. Even tonight, I continue to mutter to myself, almost enjoying the bittersweet hollowness I feel inside, for I do love her, and the near literary quality of irony inherent in the incident that sparked my arrest and our still-running order of no contact. |