Vidi nihil permanere sub sole.
From inside I could hear the car door close and the engine come to life. I sat down in the old canvas-covered chair my neighbour had given me, just in time to hear her drive off with her new boyfriend into the distance. The place suddenly seemed pretty quiet. Looking back on things I doubt I would have done anything differently. That being said, I'll sure miss her.
The clock said 7:30 pm. What the hell was I going to do now? I grabbed my vest and went outside. Down the street I heard Larry yelling at his wife again. Not a very happy guy that Larry, but if you think he's miserable you should see his wife. Almost everyday she walks her dog past my place. She's overweight, never smiles, and just kind of plops along with some very flattened-out flip-flops that can't be giving her much support. She has one of those little foo-foo dogs that look like stained mop heads. I'm sure the mop has a great personality, but it looks as dumb as a brick. Anyway I feel sorry for her. Nobody deserves the crap she takes from her husband. I mean what the hell is his problem?
I turn the opposite direction and start walking. My mind is numb and I'm thinking about Lynn. Where did she even meet this guy? My girlfriend was way more social than me, but when did she have time to get this far into a relationship? At least he waited in the car while she grabbed her stuff. How awkward would that have been if he came in to "protect her" or something? She obviously knew me well enough to leave the meathead in the car.
I wasn't paying attention to the road and almost stepped on some roadkill. My street doesn't have sidewalks so every now and then you might come across a flattened out animal of one kind or another. Know how you feel little buddy. Ok maybe not exactly.. I mean the poor bastard is flatter than a pancake. God I need help.
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