Graffiti Challenge 2012
Prompt: #4, I don't care to remember my name.
She sits at the bar, sipping quietly until the glass is empty. Then she signals for another. She gently rebuffs all attempts at conversation with a twisted sort of smile and goes back to her drink. She closes her eyes for minutes at a time. When she opens them, the person inside is visible: pained, tortured by something she can’t unsee.
Later, she signals again, sitting straight but wavering slightly. The bartender smiles kindly and says, “You won’t be able to remember your own name.”
She responds, “I don’t care to remember my name... not his name, anyway."
She sits at the bar, sipping quietly until the glass is empty. Then she signals for another. She gently rebuffs all attempts at conversation with a twisted sort of smile and goes back to her drink. She closes her eyes for minutes at a time. When she opens them, the person inside is visible: pained, tortured by something she can’t unsee.
Later, she signals again, sitting straight but wavering slightly. The bartender smiles kindly and says, “You won’t be able to remember your own name.”
She responds, “I don’t care to remember my name... not his name, anyway."