It is cold. It is crappy. Sure, it's Tuesday, but, for Crying Out Loud, it's JUNE.
First Tuesday in June just sits on the edge of the sofa, her arms folded. She glares at your belt.
"I never promised you anything."
The tone in her voice curdles your blood. Nope, she didn't. She never promised you a damn thing. Not in so many words. But it certainly felt like it.
She stands, dousing you with blame and shoulders her purse.
"You need to get it together. I'm Outie." Her heels click on the parquet floor as she makes for the door.
In a burst of vengeance, you shout "Why don't you grow up?"
Maybe she heard you. Maybe not. Either way, you're suddenly relieved that she's gone.
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Odd synchronicity: I've had a habit in the last week-and-a-half of watching "Midnight Special" videos on YouTube--over and over, until the wee hours. There's one of Gary Wright singing "Love is Alive" that's oddly compelling.
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