Friday Night

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About a woman home on Friday night, looking for a way to pass the time...

Submitted: October 17, 2017

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“Friday Night”

 

 

She needed to be

wanted

be a gear

in someone’s life

they couldn’t

live without

but she wasn’t

the few friends

she had

on speed dial

well

she knew

she placed way

down

on their personal

friendship list

she had

a couple of

boyfriends

but she might

have just stuck

that boyfriend

tag

on the guys

she dated

more than a

few times

just so she

could use the

word boyfriend

in casual conversation

but should it

really be

classified as a

break-up

when someone

just quits calling

you back,

she wondered

what it was like

to have a guy

begging

for you to

just stay on

the phone

a little longer

just so he can

hear your voice

or want to

come over

and watch a movie

even one of those

romantic comedies

you love

because the thought

of you sitting

close to him

on the couch

was all he really

needed,

those types of

moments

seem so foreign

to her

did such things

really happen

or were they just

storyboard scenes

from one of her

movies

she too frequently

watched at home

alone,

she thought

about that

as she put a

t.v. dinner

in the microwave

salisbury steak

with a 2-inch

square dark cake

of some sort

she never ate

the vegetables

they always

came out dry

and shriveled up

anyways

she stood by

the microwave

waiting for the

ding of dinner

a plastic fork

in her right hand

a t.v. remote

in her left

she looks over

at the t.v.

aims the remote

and starts scanning

through the channels

hoping to run across

something

that will kill

two-hours

of a slow moving

Friday night,

the phone rings

right as the

microwave bell

calls out dinner

she looks at

the phone

then the microwave

nothing worse than

cold salisbury steak

the gravy starts to

coagulate

and the dark

cake thing

gets hard

still

she doesn’t get

all that many

calls

she takes chance

and grabs the

phone

the voice

on the other side

is friendly

engaging

and most importantly

male

it takes her

a good five minutes

of back and forth

before she realizes

he’s just trying to

sell her something

when she politely

hangs-up

walks over to

the microwave

grabs the salisbury steak

dinner

and throws it

in the trash

opens the refrigerator

pulls out a box

of Chablis wine

grabs a glass

and holds in

the stopper

on the boxed wine

till her glass

is filled up

looks at the

box of wine

and jokes to

nobody there

at least it’s

a square meal

she thought it

was funny,

she takes her

full glass of wine

and settles in

to her chair

and decides on

a saved movie

one of her favorite

romantic comedies

only one

of the many

that she has

watched

over and over

again

her movies

have become

like old friends

she calls on

the right one

to match her

mood

she’s half-way

through

her first glass

of wine

as the opening

scene

rolls across

the screen

she gets a

feeling of

familiar comfort

as she mouths

the words

right along

with the movie

she slips into

the body of the

leading lady

and for the

next hour and

forty five minutes

she enjoys a

celluloid relationship

she had gone

back to that

box of Chablis

more than a

few times

she has tomorrow

off

thinks about

another movie

but decides to

take her glass

out on to the

balcony instead

she always liked

gazing out at

the lights

of the city

she didn’t have

a great view

but still

plenty of different

glowing hues

for her to

get lost in

so her mind

could escape

into the night

at least for

a little while,

she follows

a young man

with her eyes

as he walks

his dog

around the block

she pictures

herself

walking with

him

neither really

saying

all that much

both

just content

to be in each

others company

as their little

dog

would lead them

from bush

to bush

as they make

their way along

the sidewalk,

her eyes

break-away

traveling through

the colored lights

of the skyline

drawn towards

the well lit

empty offices

of a nearby

building

she can see

a lone woman

sitting at a desk

working on the

15th floor

she wonders

if the woman

has a man

waiting for her

at home

or a bunch of

friends

texting her

to hurry up

and get to

the party

because

without her

it’s just not

a party

or maybe

she’s stalling

not wanting to

go back to a

lonely apartment

has a salisbury steak

of her own

in the company

break room

2-minutes out

from the final

bell,

she is taken

from that neatly

framed scene

to a loud

chaotic

group of girls

stumbling

laughing

and she thinks

singing

but then

right in the

middle

of their chaos

is a moment

of clarity

as all five

girls

start to sing

Kim Wilde’s

“Kids in America”

word for word

in amazing form

something about

five female voices

in the perfect pitch

of youth

that sparked

a fire

inside of her

she joins in

with them

the words

she forgot

she knew

flowing in sync

with the girls

her voice

and body

brimming with

energy

she can’t help

from dancing

around the

balcony

in till the voices

of the girls

fade,

she settles down

leans on the

railing

as she catches

her breath

remembering

how much

she use to

love

singing and

dancing

in her bedroom

as a kid

a world of

possibilities

laid out in

front of her

all open to her

before the road

of life

begun to narrow

and all those

possibilities

started to drop

off

one by one

like passing exits

till they became

farther and farther

apart,

she loses herself

in a world of

reflection

as more city

lights

flicker on

blotting out

the summer stars

as they create

an urban rainbow

she steps back

from the rail

and sits down

on a well faded

patio chair

unaware of

anything around

her

except for the

lights

and the passing

road signs

in her mind

as she tries

to figure out

which exit

she should have

gotten off on…

 

Tom Allen…10-13-2017…

 

 

 

 

 


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