Stolen Memory

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


About a guy that got dumped and is having a hard time with the break-up...

Submitted: October 07, 2017

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“Stolen Memory“

 

 

He knew better

she was very

straight forward

almost business

like

when it came

to her delivery

she touched on

a few of the

high points

in their

year and a half

relationship

how it was

a great ride

but they had

both grown in

different directions,

he had driven

by her house

twice

already today

and was

contemplating

a third time

he just wanted

to see her

even from a

distance

the last three

weeks

after her

well delivered

closing argument

had left him

in a catatonic

state

a permeant fog

around his brain

but if he could

just see her

he knew that

would help him

get through this,

he got lost

in his thoughts

of her again

finding it odd

that the one’s

he seems to

dwell on

the most

are all so

simple

a card she

had given him

that day at work

after only a

week together

and it was

that look on her

face

when she handed it

to him

and gave him

a quick kiss

on the lips

he had never

felt

more in love

then at that

moment

in his life,

he pulls into

a 7-11

grabs a handful

of change

out of the

center console

walks up to

one of the

few remaining

working

pay phones

that he knew of

takes the phone

and wipes it

across the front

of his shirt

drops in some

quarters

and pauses

he knew

she wouldn’t

pick-up

if she knew

it was him

calling her

he had got

nothing but

voicemail

over the last

three weeks

of calls

at least he got

to hear her

voice

and in that

he got a small

amount of

relief,

he’ll just tell

her

his cell phone

was dead

and he wanted to

just check-up

on her

see how she was

doing

after the break-up

concerned for her

well being

a small lie

but big enough

so he can hide

behind it,

voicemail

straight to

voicemail

and she erased

her personal message

just an auto-mated

voice now,

he goes inside

buys a cola

Slurpee

and climbs back

into his car

that look

on her face

that amazing

look of love

the center piece

of that moment

with her

is someone else

getting that look?

That thought

tore through him

it gutted him

left him

hanging there

with his insides

exposed

like a freshly

butchered pig,

why did he

have to think

that thought

why,

did life feel

it had to

take this away

from him too

he felt like

his memory

was cheating

on him

with some other

guy,

he tries to

retrieve

a happier thought

any thought

but that look

on her face,

oh

how he had

cherished

that look

of hers

it was crushing

everything

he tried to

pull out

from his badly

beaten brain,

he had no

ideas

plans

no kind of

direction

to point his

life in

that didn’t include

her,

he got out

of his car

threw the large

cola Slurpee

away

taking only a

couple of token

sips

and as he

turned around

her powder blue

VW beetle

pulled up

five spaces over

his stomach dropped

as his heart

began dreaming of

the possibilities of

a reconciliation

she was half-way

to the door

when she noticed

him

all he got

was a nod

followed closely behind

with a

“hey”

but before he could

reply to her

he heard a loud

“Babe”

come from her car

causing her to

spin towards

her car

to face the

guy

that’s now hanging

out

her driver’s side

window

looking a bit like

a Coppertone ad

“Babe”

“Get me a Slurpee, ok”

“Cola”

He says

“Sure Babe”

she replies

“You’re the Best”

he gives her back

with a large

toothy smile

as he slides

back into the

passenger seat

killing any little

dreams

of getting back

together

with her,

he was still

standing there

when she walked

out

holding a large

cola Slurpee

him,

still unspoken

and slowly dying

while standing in

place

he watched

as she got in

to her car

and then

drove away

not even meriting

a second glance

from her

before she left,

he felt so

dirty

for loving her

embarrassed

and ashamed

for letting his

feelings

rule over his

life

if he could

only have kept

that one

look

that one

moment

to be able to

know

in his heart

that she

once loved

him,

but he couldn’t

he lost it

seven minutes ago

on a sticky

7-11 sidewalk

while chasing

the tail of a

dream

he’ll never

catch up to

again…

 

Tom Allen…09-30-2017…

 

 

 


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