Her boyfriend had just broken up with her so he could be with her best friend since kindergarten, and she couldn’t help but to cry over it while she waited for the night bus home.
Her tears had made two rivers in her face and her pimples were like the mountains they curved between.
“This will only take a second.”, The strange looking man said with a crabby voice.
He held the opening of a jar against her cheek which captured the tears that ran down her face.
He started humming a children’s song she used to sing as a little girl, making her cry even more tears.
They had been standing there for quite some time, he had a couple of jars filled with her tears already hanging from the belt around his waist.
Then he stopped trying to make her cry because the jar was almost full.
She kept crying even though her tear wells were dry, snot dripped from her nose like water dripping from a stalactite.
Crying while you’re standing alone at the bus stop on the edge of town in the middle of the night was a bad idea, her friends had warned her about it before, but she laughed at them when they told her.
He licked the last tear that was hanging from the edge of the jar and soft diabolical laughter followed while he twisted the lid back on.
He pranced his way back into the darkness he came from, the sound made by the jars around his waist hitting each other faded off into the distance.
Her tears had made two rivers in her face and her pimples were like the mountains they curved between.
“This will only take a second.”, The strange looking man said with a crabby voice.
He held the opening of a jar against her cheek which captured the tears that ran down her face.
He started humming a children’s song she used to sing as a little girl, making her cry even more tears.
They had been standing there for quite some time, he had a couple of jars filled with her tears already hanging from the belt around his waist.
Then he stopped trying to make her cry because the jar was almost full.
She kept crying even though her tear wells were dry, snot dripped from her nose like water dripping from a stalactite.
Crying while you’re standing alone at the bus stop on the edge of town in the middle of the night was a bad idea, her friends had warned her about it before, but she laughed at them when they told her.
He licked the last tear that was hanging from the edge of the jar and soft diabolical laughter followed while he twisted the lid back on.
He pranced his way back into the darkness he came from, the sound made by the jars around his waist hitting each other faded off into the distance.
