Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Thursday, July 8, 2010

7.6

My first post in a while, and my last post today, I'm afraid.

I'm watching them. I called it six weeks ago, but I never thought it would take this long. Two weeks, I said. Two weeks. I was off by at least four, maybe more.

I told him that I expected it and he said that it would never happen. I scoffed. She started staring at him three days after they met. He's too weak to hold out on such a golden opportunity, especially opportunity with hips like hers. I placed my money on two weeks. Two weeks.

Now it's been four more and he comes up to her and tells me that she's pretty. She smiles like she just won a prize. Six weeks.

Should I be happy that I called it or sad that I was so wrong?

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