Henry

Henry

He had buried her outside his subconscious mind..friendly repartee and unwanted banter aside it was one of the best things he could’ve done. Now the challenge was what to do with her in “this” physical world.

Her overbearing hunchback..the toothy self-assured grin and her horsy macho grunts were too much for him to tolerate.

How come he was bumping into all the unwanted characters he had rejected from the extra position in his film all this week?

Surely he hadn’t had such a pathetic woeful week his entire life

He believed hundred percent in divorce
Divorce from ones nagging him to be a certain way.
From those planting seeds of doubt self loathing and shame in him.
From demanding bosses.
From shameless activism etc

Should I just bulldoze in her space ransacking every bit of her mean, dried-up hate-filled, brain-haemorrhaged perspective to shreds?

How could he ignore it? She had hijacked his self esteem ,his self worth…he was truly in no man's land..with his boundaries blurred more than ever before
He would pride himself on being a no-nonsense mind reader able to X-ray and see through anybody in moments.

But with her with Rose he was stuck.She somehow had access to all his subconscious pain points , skeletons ,fears and prejudices he had swept under the carpet..
He had to kill that magic..he had to suffocate that will inside her…how did she know he was afraid of her?