I wait, again! I have been at this table for an hour now.
“Darling, here’s a tip for your trouble. I won’t be staying,” slipping her a small stipend.
It’s such a blow to my ego when Arthur does this—standing me up and letting me look like a fool. Above all else, you’d think he’d have more respect for me. But no. Oh, why does he defy me so? I swear he belongs in Hades below. I would fly him there myself! Reap what you sow, fool! He better figure it out, or he will lose his life!
It took a moment to light the cigarette. The wind seemed to follow me whichever way I turned.
Noticing a random thread on my sleeve, I chose to singe it off with the end of my butt. The other sleeve had even more of a fringe. What a mess I was. Wishing I was dry, I tried to forget about the string on my sleeve. I began to forge ahead through this nasty weather, dreaming about hot coffee with sugar.
Alcohol had put me in chains.I was frantic, and I was simple pretty much all of the time now.
The woman was ruthless, positively vicious. She was determined to serve justice to the asswipes who dared tarnish her community. The onlookers’ cheers seeing she wouldn’t settle for just a slap on the wrist, empowered her more, the sway of her stride confident. Perhaps for her fireplace shelf, she’d take his gold chain as a trophy? Oh, the stories all the neighbors would tell to their children with admiration! The neighborhood would call her a hero, her accomplishments spread across every social media platform on the web.
Who was the next example she would send to his grave this month?
The world is my oyster! I can enjoy myself, play around or divide and conquer. What shall I plan next? Perhaps I shall climb up a tall mountain untethered? Take off all my clothes at the top? I will try not to hurt myself. Here I go! It seems the other travelers watching are worried!
Halfway up, the ringtone on my cell phone distracts me. It’s my lawyer.
“What fresh hell are you up to now? Do you intentionally not want a future!Speak, what do you have to say for yourself?”
when memories present in the silence of my room i check my expectations at the door my spine gets comfortable as i delve deep into the bank of the past the risk of emotions is high will my cheeks remain dry i hear the clunk of metal gears hobos sleeping in rail cars their lives in a haze while i play in the train yard i wonder in my head where they are now
my head is light as i breathe in deeply only to exhale a cough’s sputum i follow it with a gasp while clutching my worn out chest the morning light begins to crown my window sill
another day survived
the neighbors dog proceeds to bark sunrays drift in to shine brightly the paste in my mouth tastes acrid i sigh as my defeat begins to show the choice before me is to go on or open up to accept the divine