Monday, August 4, 2014

fiction in sugarlump cafe

who is he and what did he do better than me?

he'll ask.

And you'll become evasive and try not to cut deeper than you already have. But that will only make things worse. So you'll tell him truthfully and his voice will grow enraged.

and he won't really know why. it's just primal or something.

and then years later, if no one's done anything stupid,

he'll reach out and you'll speak civilized over the phone, have a couple laughs, and as the pictures he's seen of you smiling add to the unfamiliar tone of your voice, he'll offhandedly ask you the one question that still remains in his mind unanswered:

So he fixed you then?

No,
you'll reply.

he just kept loving me.