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Burnside Field Lizard and Selected Stories QUOTES

Burnside Field Lizard and Selected Stories QUOTES

1 " Like stagnant water trapped in a fetid container that decays with the passage of time, fermenting only to nourish the parasites that live within it, Leatrice was still decaying from the inside out. The decay was upon her mouth, curled in contempt, containing the rage that had never left her. "

― Theresa Griffin Kennedy , Burnside Field Lizard and Selected Stories

2 " I was bent over, my dress hiked up, my pale bottom sticking out, bluish in the dim light and Bryon behind me, lost in another world. His face was pressed into my shoulder and his profile visible. As his features were screwed up in the release of pleasure, his eyes shut tight and his mouth hanging open, I once again struggled not to laugh. There was something so comical and pathetic about his unabashed sincerity and tedious adoration. I hated to admit it, but it made me want to slap him and watch him weep with a smile on my face as I told him it was all over and he would never see me again. "

― Theresa Griffin Kennedy , Burnside Field Lizard and Selected Stories

3 " I looked out the hall window across from me as I stood leaning against the wall, and saw the bars on the outside of the windows. The rain trickled down the reinforced misted milk-glass in a constant deluge of melancholy rivulets. It was getting cold - the shadows, the rising turbulent winds, the drifting red and orange leaves were returning once more. I tuned out the sounds of the doctors voices. Soon, I couldn't make out the words they were saying as definite signals meant to convey something. Their words became a dim humming, a song drifting along the periphery of my awareness. And it was then, I knew I would be able to leave. I would go back to my room and take out the violet silk dress, the monstrous talisman I had created, and I would look at it. I might give it away after all. I need to let her go for all the ghosts she carried within her every measured stitch. "

― Theresa Griffin Kennedy , Burnside Field Lizard and Selected Stories