she was gone…

he took a nap in the afternoon…air-conditioner hummin’…puttin’ him to sleep…like it was singin’ to him…some kinda drawn out lulaby…cold air filled the room…

and he dreamt of this girl he knew in high school…pretty blonde who sat in History class with him…they became drinkin’ buddies…crossin’ state lines and buyin’ beer…T.J. Swann…wine coolers…bottles of schnapps…they’d sit down by the lake where’d they talk till two in the mornin’ bout what they wanted outta life…how they were gonna get it…just talk…

after graduation she took off for California where she hooked up with some b-movie actor…heard he broke her heart…wound up drinkin’ every night and doin’ blow…got to be a problem…the girl’s looks faded…she got older…never reached out to him for help…lost his number along the way…

he stayed ’round town…took a job at the GM plant…workin’ on the assembly line…always wondered what happened to his drinkin’ companion…always hoped she’d come back to town…used to go down to the lake with a six pack…talk to himself…hum songs out loud…said he’d wait for her…and he did…

dreamt of her…he dreamt of her…woke up callin’ out her name…she never heard him…she was gone…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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