"Get out of my car!" she screams, slamming on the breaks and throwing him forward.
"Really? Seriously? You're gonna kick me out?" He flips the door open too hard, and it slams again on his leg. He kicks the door and hauls himself out. Slam, and it's closed again. "Whatever. (*&#ing women."
He leans over to say he's sorry through the open window, but she almost clips his head as she peels out and away. He overbalances, pulling away, and sits down hard on the sidewalk. He wouldn't have meant it anyway. "Okay. I'll . . . wait." He flips his feet out in the road and leans back on the grass.
"She'll be back any minute now. I don't even have to walk to my house, I'll just stay here, and wait. I'll just stay here. . . ." Five minutes pass.
"She's gotta be just driving up. That sounds like her car." He raises his head a little to see the wrong car go by. "She'll be here any minute now. She can't leave me. #$&%ing woman." He sets his head back down. Ten minutes pass.
He sits up. His eyebrows are so close to his eyes that they fill half of his vision. His jaw is clenched so tight he can almost taste the pressure. His fists clench and unclench. Clench and unclench. He stands up. His legs tighten as he pulls in air. He lets it out, slowly.
"She'd better come back any #&(!))#(@$* minute now."
She didn't.
Interesting juxtaposition. It feels incomplete, though...
ReplyDeleteYeah. I just don't like the second half. I wrote the first post . . . first, and then I wanted to write this piece. It didn't turn out, so I cut and ran. I changed the style, I changed the character, and I changed the delivery. It fell apart.
ReplyDeleteIt's just a daily blog. I don't have to write a masterpiece every time, I guess. Still makes me feel bad.
I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I must say, I read this post first and then went back to the previous one, and I liked the depth that added.
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