Ain't Love Grand

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Short story-looking at turning into a novel, possibly,at some stage.

Submitted: October 24, 2013

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Submitted: October 24, 2013



“Aint Love Grand”


I grabbed a beer out of the fridge, and sunk down in a beanbag. It was the only thing in the house left to sit on. It was actually the only piece of furniture left that belonged to me. Everything else belonged to Sarah, and the guys in the moving van had already come and picked all that up the day before. Now all that she had left was a few of her clothes, and a few other small items, like drinking glasses, a lamp, and bedding.

I twisted the top off the beer and took a mouth-full. Then I watched Sarah frantically moving around the house, picking up the last of her things and packing them in boxes. She gave me a sharp-side-ways-look.

“You could help you know? I took a another mouth-full of my beer.

“I could, but I wouldn't want to get in the way.”

“Funny. Well, you could at least carry some boxes down to the car for me.”

“Fine, wait till I finish my beer.” She rolled her eyes.

I finished my beer and leapt from the beanbag. She stopped packing for a moment and looked at me. “You don't have to make this so hard”

“I'm not,” I said as I picked up a box and started heading for the door. “Besides, how I'm making it HARD? you're the one that wants to break up, you're the one that is moving OUT, I'm just trying to not to get in the way.” “We can still be civilised about it.” I ignored her and kept walking out the door, and out into the drive-way.

I dropped the box in the boot of her car and went back inside. She was still talking as if I hadn't even left the room. “All you do is drink and act like you don't want me around.”

She was right, but I didn't know why. Sarah and I had only been together for a few months when we decided to get our own place. It seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean, I thought I loved her, but then sometimes love is nothing but an illusion, a trick of light, what you think is really there is actually something entirely different. I'm not saying I’m not hurting, but it doesn't feel like anything a few beers couldn't cure.

“Well, that's it.” She said holding her arms to show me that everything was gone, and her car was packed with the last of her things.

“Well, I guess this goodbye.” Goodbye.” Sometimes, there's nothing else left to say.

She turned and walked out, closing the door behind her. For a moment I stood there looking around the room. It really looked empty now. “Shit, I'm really going have to get some furniture.” I said to myself.

After Sarah was gone, I sat back down in the beanbag. The quiet of the house started to bother me, so i decided to get out of the house and go for a walk. I grabbed my jacket, left the house, and started walking up the street. The cold chill of a winter breeze stung my eyes and made them water. There I was, pacing along the side of the road, shivering from the cold, and with red watery eyes. If Sarah could see me now, she would probably think the tears were for her. They weren't.

I needed to burn off some steam. Sarah acted like it wall my fault. When the truth is, more than likely there is someone-else, even if she didn't want to tell me.

My phone rang and I answered it. It was Jake.

“Hey Zack, what's happening?” “Sarah left me.” “Really? I'm sorry dude. What happened? “She says it's me, but I'm sure there's someone-else.”

He was trying to sound sympathetic. Trying!

“Tough break. Well, you oughta get down here to 'The Old Factory.' Me and the guys are here getting blind.”

'The old factory' was our favourite pub in the city. The inside of the pub was designed to look like and old beer factory.

“C'mon, it's going to be a big night, and it will take your mind off of things.”

With Jake it was always a big night. Still, he had a point. It could be just what I need.

“Alright, give me thirty minutes, and I'll be there.”

“Good.” he hung up.

By the time I got there, It was around 8 o'clock. As it was most Friday nights by around this time, the place had already drawn a crowd. I had to wait in line for near twenty-minutes just to get in the door. When I finally got in and found the guys, they were already drinking hard. Tequila shots and beer chasers, coming fast and steady, they were firing on all cylinders.

After a few hours of drinking and trying to have a conversation, which actually meant trying yell over the music blaring from the jukebox, I left the guys and headed to the bar in need of water. Then nn the way I run into Sarah.

“What are you doing here?” I shouted over the music.

“I always come here.” She was tapping her feet to the music and flicking her hair from side-to-side. I could tell she was already pretty much wasted.

“Yeah, but I just thought since we broke-up you would find somewhere-else.” I shouted back.

“Why should I? You find somewhere-else!”

Then some guy I didn't know but Sarah clearly did walked past. She quickly started jumping all over him. He began to piggy-back her away.

I went back and told the guys I was leaving. They of course talked me out of it, so I stayed another hour, had a few more drinks. After a while the guys had gone off by themselves; looking for girls to chat up. I decided to leave. When I got out the front Sarah was there and two of her friends were trying to get her in a taxi. She was really drunk and making a scene. Abusing people as they went past, trying to hit on guys that were walking by with their girlfriends. Then she spotted me.

“So what, are you following me now?” She said, slurring her words. “You need to move on, baby.”

“Oh, I have.” I said. “And right now you are making it very easy.”

She flicked her hair and let out a laugh that ended in a snort. She reminded me of a horse getting ready to gallop. Her friends were still begging her to get in the taxi.

“Listen to your friends.” I said. “Go home and sleep it off.”

She didn't take that advice well, she reached down and pulled one of her stilettos and threw it at me. I snapped my head to the side and the shoe just missed. Then she starting yelling and swearing. Just behind the taxi I saw the cops pulling up. I ran and grabbed Sarah and threw her over my shoulder. “What the hell are you doing?” She shouted. “Put me down.”

While dangling over my shoulder she ripped off her other stiletto and starting hitting me in the face with sharp heel of it, holding the toe of the stiletto like the handle of a hammer and swinging wildly. “Cut it out.” I yelled.

I threw her in the back of taxi.“Thanks baby,” she said as she curled up in a ball in the backseat and closed her eyes.

Her friends piled in beside her and I closed the door behind them. The taxi drove off and I stood there feeling the blood trickling down the side of my face. She had cut me open. I put a cigarette between my lips and let it dangle in the corner of my mouth for a moment, before lighting it. I took a deep puff and pulled it out, holding the smoke in my lungs for a second then exhaling deeply. Blowing the smoke towards the dark night sky. I watched it drift, like a ghost into the night, and disappear. I thought to myself, “aint love grand.”



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