a drawing of a pumpkin dreaming of a cat
"Pssst. The dodgers are at 3-5 in the sixth."
I looked up to see the vague outline of Carol's glasses flashing in the 2nd Floor's shadow. She was working late. I was always working late. We were recently finished on the discussion of cancer. I hadn't mentioned anything about the summer of revolving names. Mostly I was beginning to think of it as Bad Summer to compliment the Bad Winter of 2005. Mostly I talked about things that happened during that summer, but never without direct situational stimuli and never together.
I squinted, "Baseball?"
"Oh tush," Carol replied and disappeared laughing.
Get away from your life. Get away from the pain you're living in. I don't care what anyone says.
I looked up to see the vague outline of Carol's glasses flashing in the 2nd Floor's shadow. She was working late. I was always working late. We were recently finished on the discussion of cancer. I hadn't mentioned anything about the summer of revolving names. Mostly I was beginning to think of it as Bad Summer to compliment the Bad Winter of 2005. Mostly I talked about things that happened during that summer, but never without direct situational stimuli and never together.
I squinted, "Baseball?"
"Oh tush," Carol replied and disappeared laughing.
Get away from your life. Get away from the pain you're living in. I don't care what anyone says.