Thursday, January 14, 2016

Too Long

Her first name is uncommon, yet this week he's heard it spoken three times attached to different last names. Three false alarms. Three alternative paths. Three possible women, stories, dreams.

He's thinking of this, breathing shallow inhalations, the last of the good air in this small space. They were just playing hide and seek. He's well hidden inside an old cast-off refrigerator with the door shut tight. There's no handle on the inside, and he doesn't realize she's been called home for dinner. He'll expire here. The fact that she's not even looking for him gradually comes to dominate his awareness. He wonders who she will become after him.

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