Most nights on the porch anymore were solitary nights. With some regret, he assumed it was because he was older, not because his friend was dead. And it was bearable.
But when Creedence Clearwater Revival plays from the radio… He didn’t cry so much, not anymore, but it hurts more.
I would have thought that here, in paradise, I could be amazed by all the natural beauty that surrounds me. What was it the man said? Wherever you go to run away, your problems will be there waiting for you?
If only she was here, waiting. If only she was….
Click. He isn’t even thinking.
“Hold it like that. Yeah. The light…” he trailed off.
Click. Click. He checks his exposures as he attempts to tower over her on the bed.
He takes a drink in the dim light and looks at her.
All he has now is the film.
Wait.
That’s all he needed to do. Just wait. Hang on for a bit and he’ll get what’s his.
How easy.
Sit tight. Here it comes. Not a big deal, a minute or so.
And then the door will open…
Here it comes. He heard…
He opened the door and
A few minutes earlier, the man had been punched in the stomach. Sucker punched and put in a car.
He can see through the blindfold and vaguely make out various landmarks.
The two men beside him are mere apparitions of humanity. Ghosts. He wonders about his fate. Beating or death?
Sometimes there’s too much to say. Too much to fill.
How can you pick any one thing to do? And once you’ve set on it, how are you supposed to maintain… after you pick yet another…
His comfort was that he was young. Perhaps things would sort themselves out yet…
His mind could still recall the smell of her pussy.
The first time he had caught a scent it was disturbing. Too strong. I’m used to something much sweeter.
But now, some months on, a strange combination of smells caught him at his desk and he thought of her flower.
Frank made his way to the hotel where his girlfriend and her friends were staying.
Everyone was napping before the night’s hedonism. She was next to another guy. Frank laid down and put his arm around her, but she never returned the gesture.
Later that night, she would leave him.
She suppressed her thoughts as much as she could. This is how one kills love, she thought. Just deny it, there is no other way.
Then without warning the dreams would come, over and over, but still far between. And so the years rolled by, but she always loved her.
Some time’s gone since I first met her. She had been something of a savior to me. But she has moved on.
We still talk.
I thought I had become her friend but when I meet her now and then, I still stumble over my heart.
She still has it.
