The Back Door

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A woman who goes to her 15-year high school reunion and does not feel like she still fits in...

Submitted: November 29, 2017

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“The Back Door”

 

 

She stood outside

of a back door

smoking cigarettes

in the rain

underneath a small

awning

keeping all but

the most random

of raindrops

from hitting her,

she didn’t really

want

to be here

anymore tonight

she feels so

out of place

even though

it’s her

fifteen year

high school reunion,

she remembers

most of the

faces and names

at the party

she had come

to town

just for this

reunion

she had wanted

to see

all her lost

friends

get drunk

and talk of

old times

but they are

now spending

most of their

time

comparing husbands

and showing off

pictures of their

kids

while drinking

bottled water,

she tried

to keep up

her end of the

conversion

talking about

concerts

bands

and other recent

events

in her life

but her friends

have all seemed

to change

they only looked

at her

smiling and nodding

as she spoke

of her life

one that had

changed

very little since

high school

something

she never gave

much thought to

before tonight,

she had already

had more drinks

than her whole

table of once

lifelong friends

who now seemed

no more closer

to her than

someone

she sees on

the bus

a couple of

times a week,

she puts out

her cigarette

on the wall

of the building

then flicks it

high into the

air

watching as it

lands in a

large puddle

floating through

the reflected

city lights

on the puddle’s

surface

she looks at the

cigarette butt

surrounded by

colorful

bright lights

while slowly

sinking

to the bottom

of a puddle filled

with rainwater

and numerous

other runoff

chemicals

as she feels

herself sinking

also

at a table

that is encircled

by all her

bright and shiny

friends

who seem to have

left her behind,

she lights another

cigarette

as the last of

the cigarette butt

disappears from view

she leans back

against the wall

puts her booted

foot

behind her

for support

as she blows out

a very long drag

into the cool

night air

she looks down

at all the

oddly shaped

puddles

in front of

her

each has a

different part

of her profile

captured in it

it’s own little

pool

of her life

on display

she’s mesmerized

as her light

bounces off

each puddle

and how the

scattered

raindrops

break

the reflective

surface

holding the light

then a second

or two later

she sees her

image

reflecting back

at her once

more,

she’s still looking

down

at her puddles

when the tires

of a large SUV

rolls over them

and stops

the whirr of

the electric motor

lowering the dark

tinted window

causes her to

slowly look up

at the passenger

side window

one of her closer

friends

from high school

looks out

and says

something about

a babysitter

and having to

head home

before driving

away,

her drowned

cigarette butt

now stuck in the

tread

of the SUV’s

beefy tires

she hadn’t said

a word

only nodded

giving her friend

a hurting smile,

still lost

in her improv

self examination

of the last

fifteen years

of her life

which has been

a nonstop

merry-go-round

of best friends

forgotten lovers

and beat-up

cars,

but she has

always had fun

and been

happy

really happy

she still has

that same

high school

body

maybe one-size

up

but it was

oblivious to see

she held the

attention

of more than

one husband

each time she

squeezed by them

on her way

to the bar

while most of

the mommy crew

are still trying

to work off

that extra weight

from their first

kid

three kids later,

the light breeze

shifts to the

south

a few more

rouge raindrops

are finding their

way

on to her

semi-protected

pose,

well

they have her

beat

on the kid

angle

but that wasn’t

a bet

she was even

trying to cover

and a couple

have

pretty cute

husbands

but her last

boyfriend

was ten years

younger

than her

not that she’s

keeping score,

she begins to

notice

more raindrops

coming to rest

on her left

side

she’s feeling now

like she has

more than an

equal footing

with the women

around her table

she takes

one last drag

from her cigarette

again

putting it out

on the wall

before flicking it

high into the

air

watching it land

in the same

brightly lit puddle

she opens the

back door

to head in

to the party

and with her

head held high

she walks towards

her high school

friends

getting more than

her share of

attention

as she squeezes

through

the crowd

towards the

table,

while on the

other side of

the back door

her

cigarette butt

slowly sinks

to the bottom

of a large

puddle of

dirty

rainwater…

 

Tom Allen…11-25-2017…

 

 

 

 

 

 


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