We sat around and there was silence and it felt comforting because I really didn’t feel like talking anyway.
A light flashes on my cellphone and it’s a text that I quickly glance at and then ignore and she turns her head to me and says “You’re young”.
And I say– “I’m not that young”
And she says – “Yea, you really are”
And I say- “Age aint nothin but a number”
And she says- “Life’s moments can’t always be summed up by songs”
And I say – “Your words always seem to ruin life’s moments”
There was a pause and for a second I felt like I was getting through to her but
it was wishful thinking on my part.
She got up from the couch and collected her things and gave me a look that penetrated me so deep and hard I felt like a cheap fuck.
And she says– “Moments with you are meant to be ruined” and with that- walks
out the door.
I don’t cry as I normally would but instead pick my phone back up and return the message with shaky fingers, “We’re good, thanx”.
fiction? i hope so. good stuff though