Carol

“When I'm done, I contemplate lying down in the middle of the road to let a car finish me off. I'm already half-dead.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“I would be lying if I said I didn't get a kick out of the assignment. Here I am, a "troubled youth," and my self-chosen treatment is to become a stalker. Okay, not stalker. Research Analyst.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“We have different interests,
fit into different cliques, but the length of our friendship makes
most of that unimportant. You go through enough with a person
over a long enough period of time and they just become a part of
who you are.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head

“He said focus. The word focus. I hear angels singing. Everything goes dark except for a light that beams down on Sean. It is a God-given sign- like when people see the Virgin Mary in their grilled cheese, except this isn't religious and I'm actually not a big fan of dairy. I stare at the back of his head. His HEAD. Something I see every day but never really see because it's been there forever. Since the first day of third grade.

I crumple up my web. I don't need it. Praise be, the Focus Gods have spoken.

I am going to write about Sean Griswold's Head.”
― Lindsey Leavitt, Sean Griswold's Head