A Retelling of Events That Never Happened.
An Imagined Exchange.
“I heard her screaming out loud. I heard her screaming out loud.”
She’s smoking. He’s a distance away, staring. She doesn’t notice him. She’s staring at something far away that no one else can see. She’s not that pretty. Not that skinny. It’s all over for him.
She turns, sees him, squints.
He bolts like a cat.
She finishes her cigarette and goes inside.
“I’d be lying if I told you losing you was something I could handle.”
She’s smoking. The driveway across the street is empty. She puts him there. They stare at each other while she smokes. When the cigarette is gone, she goes inside. Nothing in the world has changed. There is no awareness. Half a country away, he does not grab his heart in pain.
She’s smoking. He’s a distance away, staring. She doesn’t notice him. She’s staring at something far away that no one else can see. She’s not that pretty. Not that skinny. It’s all over for him.
She turns, sees him, squints.
He bolts like a cat.
She finishes her cigarette and goes inside.
“I’d be lying if I told you losing you was something I could handle.”
She’s smoking. The driveway across the street is empty. She puts him there. They stare at each other while she smokes. When the cigarette is gone, she goes inside. Nothing in the world has changed. There is no awareness. Half a country away, he does not grab his heart in pain.