Monday, June 13, 2011

what makes you think you're the one?

He popped a piece from the bedside table into his mouth and chewed, close-mouthed, as quietly as possible. The ceiling fan whirred softly above.

"That gum smells worse than the cigarettes." She sipped her bottled water.

"Tastes worse, too. But keeps the landlord away," he said.

"Keeps me away."

He laid back down on the bed and turned to face her. "Liar."

She pushed outstretched arms toward the spackled ceiling, following a quiet laugh with a stifled yawn. She took his hand and their fingers crosshatched, her eyes never leaving the fan. "What are we supposed to do now?"

WHAT HE WANTED TO SAY:
"We knock the past down. Then we use its parts to build the future."

WHAT HE WANTED TO SAY:
"Pack a bag, leave tonight, and find somewhere clean enough for a fresh start."

WHAT HE WANTED TO SAY:
"Break all the mirrors, walk under all the ladders, and dare the world to pull the rug out."

WHAT HE ACTUALLY SAID:
"_______________."

He kissed her forehead and got up to take a shower. By the time he was finished, she was gone. Her side of the bed was still warm, and that's where he finally fell asleep.

4 comments:

elyse said...

He should have said what he wanted to say.

Jennif said...

oh, dear andy. this is lovely.

France is said...

you said it.

Meg said...

My new favorite.