Tears by Tasha McGann
	How he loves their tears of joy! His many loves, his many girls, oh, he remembers them all so fondly. He has done what he can to complete them, to show them his love. Their tears come in the end, always, as though from the deepest well of life, untapped, unseen by anyone but him. He lives for this, the first welling, the running over of tears. They run red, so red and pure, and really, what could possibly bring him more joy than tearing up his many girls?
	Copyright © 2006 Tasha McGann