Trust Issues
Parallel Bookends Exercise
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1 min readOct 10, 2019
“Do you trust me?” he says.
The trout lies on the kitchen table between us. Its skin shines like mother-of-pearl, and the eyes are not milky yet. It does not smell. It is about as inoffensive as a dead fish can be. I shift in my seat. For months he has talked about this, convincing me it is a good idea, begging me to go along. He thinks it will introduce a new dynamic to our relationship and maybe even get rid of my stretch marks.
“Yeah, okay,” I sigh, “but I’m not singing the Marseillaise at the same time.”