After lunch

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story about a couple.

Submitted: September 29, 2012

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Things were going great until she ended it. She did it after we ate lunch.

I cooked sausages on the gas barbeque until they were black on the outside and she made a tomato salad. I remember the tomatoes because we bought them at a farmers' market earlier that day, during the bicycle ride. I also bought some fruit and she crushed it. As she said it would make it easier to carry on our bicycles she pushed it down in her bag. When I told her she was crushing the fruit it didn't seem like she cared.
 
The food was simple but good and after we ate in the small garden at the back of her house we had planned to read our books but instead she asked me how I thought things were going between us. I hadn't said anything and she didn't have a reason to ask but she did. I said I thought things were going fine. Things weren't going fine but I still wanted them too and anyway she had caught me off-guard. I asked her in return and she said she thought the magic was gone.
 
After that we both went to her room and I couldn't look at her. I went to the bathroom and made a silent scream at the tiled wall above the bath, opening my mouth wide and closing my eyes so that tears couldn't come.  Back in her room I lay on the bed and opened my computer because it was something to look at that wasn't her.  The room was small and it felt claustrophobic, like the walls were reflecting my confusion back at me.
 
She was in the room too but I kept her behind me so I didn't see her.  I can't remember what she said but I remember hugging her or patting her on the shoulder. I was using everything to stop myself falling apart but she didn't need to use anything because she wasn't falling apart at all. She was fine with it because she thought the magic was gone.
 
She said she was going for a walk and to smoke a cigarette. I knew she wasn't leaving to go think about things, she was leaving to get away from me. I said okay and she left. For a moment I was relieved that she was gone, but then I wanted her back and for her to want to be back.
 
Not long after I went for a walk too. I didn't know the town but I knew Hearst because her house was on it and Shattuck because it was the main road that went down to the station. I walked up Hearst, up the hill and then went off and went across the hill on the trail then up it more.  When I got to the top I turned and went back down where I had come from and back down to Shattuck.
 
I found the bar she had taken me too when I arrived. I ordered a beer and drank it as slowly as I could while I read the words in my book. Then I went to another bar that she had pointed out to me and I drank another beer. Just two beers because I wasn't trying to get drunk, I was just trying to stay away. I wanted to not have to be there when she returned. I wanted her to miss me, tell me she'd made a mistake and that she wanted me back. I wanted to stay away so that this thing that was happening maybe wouldn't.


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