he calls her some other things, too, and then hurls her belongings into the front yard as she drunkenly stumbles, spilling cheap beer on herself and laughing hysterically, yelling "oh! oh baby! you're too kind!" and falling to her knees on the damp front walk, sunglasses on in full darkness, bare knees out in 30 degree weather. to her left and right, the rose bushes have long since gone dormant and look sad, barren, dead. she stands, a gentle, slushy snow beginning to fall and soak her belongings. her knees bleed but she feels no pain, no cold. just joy.
Drew Martyn over 3 years ago
This is disturbing, but weirdly it's happily disturbing. I don't know what she's done, but for some reason I'm with her, as if she's been pushed to do whatever it was. Hope she's still happy when the alcohol wears off. Nice drabble.