Bear

Hair

Fair

Care

Lair

Share

Wear

Dare

Stair

Stare

Flair

Derrière

Snare

Pair

Pear

Mare

Tear

Rare

Ware

Chair

Impair

Scare

Blare

Ensnare

Glare

Despair

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The Yvonne Story

There she sits, paintbrush in hand. The fluorescent lights of the art room reflect off her hairs. Music pulses through her brain, fed by the grungy earbuds crammed in her earholes. And still. Yvonne sits. She bobs. The music hits a drop and smashes, crashes, plummets to the floor. Boom! Her paintbrush dips to the paper and stops. She is suspended, stupefied by the great white expanse that lies before her. And down it drops. A dot appears- a blip of black. And another. And another. Until the whole sheet is bathed in a sea of black blips. Miniature black holes, each one sucking in a speck of her soul and displaying it to all who lay eyes upon it. And then? She crumples it. Flings it into the trash and strides away, her heels clicking. And the world is blind to her soul, so it retreats to its dark lair once again. From the corner, a figure rises. She tiptoes to the bin and gingerly removes the bits of soul flung within.