Slipping into pants and grabbing a shirt, she paused. It wasn't on the table.
Did she put it in her purse before the shower? No, the pocket was empty.
Ruffling sheets and blankets, she didn't see it on the bed.
"Where could it be?" she asked herself.
She ran her hand along the carpet between the bed and table. Nothing.
Behind the bed? No.
She glanced at the clock -- already 5 minutes late.
"If someone else were here, it'd be easy to find."
She stepped into shoes and grabbed the purse, resigning to find it later. As she turned to leave the room, it rang, betraying its location ... deep underneath the bed.
Grabbing the phone, she ignored the call, slid it into her bag and rushed out the door.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Monday, December 15, 2008
crowded bars
The first one of the three to make it in, she calmly ducked her way behind a guy.
"That'll be $3," the doorman called after her.
"Oh..." Walking toward him, she remembered something and looked at the second. "Well, hey, you owe me $5 from dinner."
"Yeah, I'll get the two of us." She searched through her purse and pulled out a $20 bill. Glancing at the third, she said, "Actually, I'll get the three of us."
"--Hey, do you girls smoke?" asked a guy in a red hat as he tapped her shoulder.
"Yeah?" She glanced at him, then back at the doorman waiting for the change.
He returned $14. "Was that for three?" She handed back $3.
"--Can you take your drinks out?"
"Nah, gotta leave them here," answered the first, stepping aside for someone to pass.
"--Did you just pay for me?" Asked the third, $3 in her hand.
"But, we can finish that for you, if you want." She turned to her friend, "Yeah, I got you."
"Thanks, I'll buy you a shot." The first and third moved toward the bar.
"--I bet you can." Laughing, he began to walk off, looked out the front, and then handed his drink to her. "Go ahead." And off he went.
Reconvened at the bar, the first and third looked at the second.
"Where'd you get that drink?"
"That'll be $3," the doorman called after her.
"Oh..." Walking toward him, she remembered something and looked at the second. "Well, hey, you owe me $5 from dinner."
"Yeah, I'll get the two of us." She searched through her purse and pulled out a $20 bill. Glancing at the third, she said, "Actually, I'll get the three of us."
"--Hey, do you girls smoke?" asked a guy in a red hat as he tapped her shoulder.
"Yeah?" She glanced at him, then back at the doorman waiting for the change.
He returned $14. "Was that for three?" She handed back $3.
"--Can you take your drinks out?"
"Nah, gotta leave them here," answered the first, stepping aside for someone to pass.
"--Did you just pay for me?" Asked the third, $3 in her hand.
"But, we can finish that for you, if you want." She turned to her friend, "Yeah, I got you."
"Thanks, I'll buy you a shot." The first and third moved toward the bar.
"--I bet you can." Laughing, he began to walk off, looked out the front, and then handed his drink to her. "Go ahead." And off he went.
Reconvened at the bar, the first and third looked at the second.
"Where'd you get that drink?"
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
give or take a few years
Still unaccustomed to the shift in their heights, she looked down into her eyes.
"Hi, Grandma." Smiling, she hugged the 80-year-old lady.
"Oh, I hardly recognize you! How long has it been?"
"Not quite two years -- I was here December of 2006."
They walked to the living room. Not much had changed -- the same furniture, the same carpet, the same houseplants. From the wingback chair by the window, the elder looked her granddaughter over.
"So, how old are you now? 13? 14?"
"Grandma, I'm 23."
"Hi, Grandma." Smiling, she hugged the 80-year-old lady.
"Oh, I hardly recognize you! How long has it been?"
"Not quite two years -- I was here December of 2006."
They walked to the living room. Not much had changed -- the same furniture, the same carpet, the same houseplants. From the wingback chair by the window, the elder looked her granddaughter over.
"So, how old are you now? 13? 14?"
"Grandma, I'm 23."
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
of drunk acquaintances
She met him down the street, in a side room.
Over drinks and dip, they caught up: new jobs, new apartments, new lives.
A slight change of location, a shift of plans, and the conversation continued. Hours slid past before her obligations took hold again.
Watching him walk away through the crowd, a voice pulled her attention back to the corner.
"You'd be a lot of fun to fuck."
Over drinks and dip, they caught up: new jobs, new apartments, new lives.
A slight change of location, a shift of plans, and the conversation continued. Hours slid past before her obligations took hold again.
Watching him walk away through the crowd, a voice pulled her attention back to the corner.
"You'd be a lot of fun to fuck."
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
cold water tap
She woke up, sweat across her brow.
Grabbing a towel and a bar of soap, she stumbled into the bathroom.
She adjusted the taps and stepped under the stream.
As the water ran over her, she began to feel content, the suds washing away more than the grim from the day before.
Now, she was ready to great the day, a new beginning in a new apartment. Things weren't so bad.
Except when she reached to shut off the faucet, the cold tap broke and water continued to spill into the tub.
Grabbing a towel and a bar of soap, she stumbled into the bathroom.
She adjusted the taps and stepped under the stream.
As the water ran over her, she began to feel content, the suds washing away more than the grim from the day before.
Now, she was ready to great the day, a new beginning in a new apartment. Things weren't so bad.
Except when she reached to shut off the faucet, the cold tap broke and water continued to spill into the tub.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
breaking the silence
The conversation lulled. She looked at his buttoned shirt.
"You should have snaps." She touched his collar.
"Yeah?"
"And a hat."
"Oh, you mean like that guy?" he asked, motioning at someone behind her near the dart boards.
"With boots."
Just as she said it, the man from across the room walked up, complete with her three requests.
"She was just telling me I needed a shirt like that," he said to the newcomer, who moved to set his beer on their table.
He didn't make it -- the cup crashed to the floor. They looked down at the small alcoholic tragedy, and he promptly walked away.
"You know, that was your fault."
"You should have snaps." She touched his collar.
"Yeah?"
"And a hat."
"Oh, you mean like that guy?" he asked, motioning at someone behind her near the dart boards.
"With boots."
Just as she said it, the man from across the room walked up, complete with her three requests.
"She was just telling me I needed a shirt like that," he said to the newcomer, who moved to set his beer on their table.
He didn't make it -- the cup crashed to the floor. They looked down at the small alcoholic tragedy, and he promptly walked away.
"You know, that was your fault."
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
suriphobia and how to cope
She woke up late, enjoying the lack of responsibilities the day held.
Walking down the hall, she turned toward the living room, coming toe-to-whisker with a mouse.
The two stood in shocked silence, eyes locked.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, she thought of something that would strike fear into its pin-head sized heart.
"MOUSE!"
And off it went.
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