Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Fruitless Love :: Dialogue Essays

Fruitless LoveI waited for Bob to head forbidden for his three oclock before I packed up my things and left the mightiness. I didnt have to. Bob isnt my boss, hes just the guy who sits in the next cubicle. And its non like he would have said anything, or make up notion anything. It was just one of those days when I felt like go away without anybody noticing. I smoked a whole cigarette walking from the office to the shuttle chink two blocks away. I walk slowly now, even when I feel like Im rushing. The shuttle was parked at the stop when I got there. The driver had run inside the McDonalds to use the bath agency. I sit down on one of those sideways seats near the forepart and I smiled at the young woman sitting across from me. We sit there awkwardly facing each other for several legal proceeding while the bus driver did his thing in the McDonalds. I had a newspaper in my briefcase. It was a quarter to four when I got family and for a good five-some minutes I stood at the din ing room table trying to decide what to do next. Laura would be home in an minute of arc or so. Thats why I took off early. To have an hour or so. But I wasnt sure what to do with it. I took a beer from the fridge and started a bath. I was still in a towel, shaving, when Laura came home. I heard her call my name down the hallway. She was winded. I heard packages. Im in here, I said. My voice sounded funny, high. I drew the razor up toward my chin. are we late? she asked. I had to stop at the supermarket first. I got us a spread over to bring. Renee said not to bring anything. She walked into the bedroom, struggling to undo her top. ar we late? I didnt even see what time it is. What kind of cake? I asked. Did she call? I left a message on her machine. I said we might be late. Were fine, I said. I rinsed my typesetters case and leaned in close to the mirror to see if Id missed anything. I couldnt withdraw if Id brushed my teeth. Laura walked up behind me. She reached around and pinched one of my nipples. Hello, you, she said.

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