There are crickets chirping. I stands backlit on the porch by a single 60 watt bulb staring down at Me, paused and waiting for Me’s answer. Eternity passes and I has quite forgotten the question in the past few seconds. Nothing has changed; Me is still looking up at her, mouth slightly open, eyes curious, and I wonders if she will always be like ( Read more... )

So.
When do you think we'll get there?
No idea.
Mmm...
You all right?
Yeah. Fine.

Why?
What?
Why? I don't look fine?
No, you look fine.
Then why did you ask if I was fine?
Just asking...
Oh.
Well, I'm fine.
Your always fine.
Would you rather I not be fine??
No.

Turn left.
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Funny, how I still expect her to be there. Just out of sight behind that pillar, hiding without meaning to. And in a minute, she'll shift just slightly and I'll see a shadow, or a wisp of hair and know she still exists. Happy, breathing, whole. I find myself circling that pillar these days. Thinking that she is just around the other side. And I ( Read more... )

Yesterday, on my way back home from Dixon, I saw a hitchhiker on one of the exit ramps. He wasn't looking for a ride; just standing there. A cop passed me going the other direction about a minute later, and I knew he was going to see that hitchhiker. It really made me sad. To think that 50 years ago, if there was a hitchhiker, he would most likely ( Read more... )

I don't know where we're going, but that doesn't matter much. Content in our silence, we're coasting. Sunlight streaming in through the windshield, windows down; our 4/60 air conditioning. Neither one of us wants to speak. Talking, it seems, confuses more than misunderstanding. We top a rise and the world is before us. How very small it seems from ( Read more... )

The first 20 words. Every single one that I thought of didn't seem right somehow. It hurt to think, it hurt to be. Existence hurt. And as usual, I took up a conversation with myself. Let's see what I have to say today, I thought. I'm both sides of a conversation. Such a planned conversation, interrupted only by thought. I'm tired. That's what I'm ( Read more... )