Thursday, October 21, 2010

Fragmented fiction

So far from her, we were in another universe, Martians who did not live where she lived. She couldn't understand how sadness could push us back underneath the covers, how the pillows collapsed under the weight of our heads as we struggled to get out of bed each morning. I told her that I was moving to Vegas but I wouldn't forget. I would still think about her in the silent spaces when conversation fell off, I said. I wished that things really did get better. I couldn't tell her but I didn't believe in that anymore. He said that he would bring her by before I left, let her visit for a while so that I could say goodbye. But he never came. I waited for a week by the front window, jumping every time a red car turned down our street, my heart slipping into my stomach like a brick as they all rolled by.

5 comments:

  1. How can you write something I can barely explain to myself?
    its kind of the way I'm feeling. That false hope mixed with missing someone.

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  2. This is the perfect mix of vague concepts and specific details, or thats how it seemed in my head. I love the intrigue in this, and the feeling it left me with. I don't even know how to describe this properly, but it's wonderful ♥

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  3. this is really good. i love your writing. i wanna live in it.

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  4. "I told her that I was moving to Vegas but I wouldn't forget. I would still think about her in the silent spaces when conversation fell off, I said. I wished that things really did get better."
    ---this really got me.

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  5. Proper goodbye is important and I hate how people always ignore this until it is too late and they regret it. When that happens, I am already carried away by the turmoils.

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