Talk:Pigtails/@comment-7706473-20131026143211

I love a romantic piece. It's too bad that it looks like the villains broke up the happy couple, however. What monsters... They don't understand the purity, the ice-cold wrenching bliss of a beautiful one-sided love!..

Jokes aside, this balanced that trademark blend of being able to draw out laughs while writing really horrifying, terrifying (and thought-provoking) stuff. I could've ascended myself on wings of choked tea at the following: "I believe it had something to do with wanting to take a ride on some metaphorical object, ultimately meaning his penis. I knew I had to do something." It's hilarious, it's appropos, it fits the narrators sense of logic.

Then you stop and think - regardless of what or who the middle aged man was and what he said, that is what our narrator would think. A sickening feeling rises in your gut and you read the story again. It hits you that the narrator devotes more time to imagining the face of 'Pigtails' then actually looking at her face proper. There's so much wonderful detailwork going on here, I really must ask the reader to read it twice - and the ending...

A strawberry tree branch, for unbreakable iron love.

On a side note, this inspired me (though I'm too tired to write right now, blargh) so perhaps the daisy-chain of inspiration will continue!