Friday, June 5, 2009

Imaginary

"You're not nice to me afterwards. You don't like me afterwards."
"That's a lie, ________, that's just a lie." Drunken blond.

Imaginary Resentment

"Hypothermia to the max!!" She cried. She was floating dead down the river until she was slowly swept into a fallen branch, her shoulder dislocated and running free. "I am a goddam ridiculous sight."

Earlier...

Her shoes are too tight and she is trying to cross the street. She stands still as a car comes to a halt (there is a stop sign after all). She cautiously steps forward only to see her eyelashes trimmed. "What a dick wad." She shuffles across the street, the car long gone. "What a wad of
dick. A wad... of dick." Confused, she steps into Bath and Bed: Beyond the Bed and Bath to find a shower curtain. Twenty dollars for a goddam shower curtain twenty. Forget that. Departure.

The Angelic Repercussions of Trespassing...

"It is ten AM, and I'm guessing you're rather smug now. Walking around pretending to imagine the glory tomorrow might hold. Key word 'pretending'. I must say I was relieved though that you chose to get to the top for once." She is now ankle deep in puddle by the abandoned building being sassy and sharp. Hands on hips.
Cop car. "Goddammit" He spits and runs, fingers surrounding her upper arm. They're running and running and she trips over a tree root. Down down down the hill. In the distance, some party planners walk along "Margarita competition tomorrow night". Oh but now shes soaking wet and bloody. Half face down in the muck and she sees him arrive. The Party Planners go, not noticing any more than themselves.
"I hate you." She coughs mud onto his shoes and he kneels, eyes flecked with shock treatment therapy. He turns her over. "Help me up why don't you." But she's dead in his arms and she doesn't know it yet. He drops her and stands, frantic.
"What--" He walks off, hands on head. Hands on face. Hands on eyes. He's determined. He rolls her body into the river and runs.
She's floating.

What happens, when you realize you are only someone's imaginary friend?

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