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The Hiss Quarterly Vol. 4 ~ Issue 4 Slip Out The Back, Jack. The Anatomy Of Abandonment |
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Outside Cafe On Sunset Boulevard Her eyes darted from mine like she was jerking her hand away from a flame. “Stop looking at me,” she snapped, as she looked off down the boulevard with annoyance. I had caught her in a lie, a minor betrayal. It wasn’t the first time I’d nailed her. She couldn’t take my eyes, she never could. I knew she’d get up and take off running. It was the same reaction every time. I’d sit, sip my coffee, and wait for her to return, she always did 15 or 20 minutes later, gushing with sweet apology. But this time I didn’t wait, just got up and walked home, and I knew if I didn’t wait there at our table where she had taken off, that I would never see her again, and I never did. |
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Bad Movie Your dreams cast a shadow on my face like a 3-D movie. Images of things gone sour, coming at me hard until I take off the plastic glasses throw away the stale popcorn and walk out into the sunlight of me. |  |
