Disappear Here
He pushed his hand across to mine, crossing the red and white checkered tablecloth. I suddenly felt clammy. A lump formed in my throat and I couldn’t swallow. I felt beads of sweat form along my hairline as I tried to remain calm. I wiggled my fingers beneath the weight of his hand, smoothing themselves over the tablecloth in desperation. Please…just don’t say anything.
I don’t want to look up. He will be staring at me. His eyes will be pleading for some mere fragmentary words to descend from my lips. Any word. I have none to give. So, I continue to stare downwards, envisioning the checkered squares growing larger as I move my Mai Tai closer to my mouth. Desperation. I fight it off as I coat the inside of my mouth with the atrocious liquor. I continue to drink, fighting every urge to give into my fear and look upwards. I want to disappear.
The sign says: Disappear Here.
I don’t want to look up. He will be staring at me. His eyes will be pleading for some mere fragmentary words to descend from my lips. Any word. I have none to give. So, I continue to stare downwards, envisioning the checkered squares growing larger as I move my Mai Tai closer to my mouth. Desperation. I fight it off as I coat the inside of my mouth with the atrocious liquor. I continue to drink, fighting every urge to give into my fear and look upwards. I want to disappear.
The sign says: Disappear Here.