The school parking lot was empty, stained orange by the buzzing lights overhead. His truck’s taillights had long since faded into pinpricks and disappeared, but she kept staring after him, as though her will alone could somehow bring him speeding in reverse back to her, could make him undo the things he’d done, unsay the things he’d said, forget the whole thing and start over again. She reached for her phone, started practicing the call home. But she’d left her purse in the back of his truck. She put her head on her knees. She tried to cry, but couldn’t.
***
Title by: dcdave
Story by: Jenny
I like this story!Related posts:
0 Responses
Stay in touch with the conversation, subscribe to the RSS feed for comments on this post.