Twisted Deviant

Richard Wright: Lives and Fictions Just an interesting site I stumbled upon today.

April 3, 2005 Quincy, California It was broad daylight the first time Neville kissed her. The sky was dark blue; the sound of a particularly loud lawn mower reverberated through the air as she lead him to their destination. Josie’s palms were sweaty. She had never actually brought anyone here before – never wanted to bring anyone here before. Neville must have noticed her distress as they crossed the lawn, because he reached out a hand and wove his fingers between hers. Josie gave him a hesitant smile as they walked along the immaculate green lawn, dotted by rows of inlaid granite snuggled close to the ground. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest – so loudly she was sure Neville could hear its strangely rapid tattoo. He gave her hand a quick squeeze as she slowed their pace. Without a word, he pulled her close to his body, brushing back a few strands of hair from her face. Josie’s breath caught in her throat. His eyes – such beautiful eyes – scanned her face as his head bent clos

March 20, 2005 Henderson, Nevada “Are you going out with him again tonight?” Sarah asked. She reached across the counter and snagged an apple from the bowl. Taking a bite of it, she watched Josie dig around in the refrigerator with a measured looked. “Do you really think that is wise?” “Why wouldn’t it be wise?” Josie asked, looking at her roommate over the refrigerator door. “Well, you hardly know this man – he could be an serial killer, a rapist, or God knows what; yet the past four nights, you’ve been out with him.” “I doubt he’s a serial killer or a rapist,” Josie laughed out, pouring herself a glass of soda. “Trust me, Neville isn’t the type.” “Really,” Sarah drawled, her voice laced with sarcasm. “I bet that’s what Jeffery Dahmer’s dates said about him.” “Damn it, Sarah! I’m not stupid. We meet in public places, it’s not like I’m really ever alone with him; although the more time I spend with him the more time I want alone with him.” “I never said you were stupid, Josie. I just –