So I’ll that this is online now. Ufo getting freeway shots. Dug and Twist bombing. What more could you ask for.
One hour Short Fiction written by Jihaari Terry
We sat quiet on the couch. The silence was impossible to face head on. A disappointing agreement was being made in that moment. I struggle to nod as she turns to me and says
I look down, not because of her striking beauty which makes it hard to gaze at her for longer than a split second. But because I am embarrassed to show her my truth. That I loved her way more than she did the whole time and was willing to go to couples therapy if we had to. Willing to quit a few pesky habits. Including hanging out with a couple of jerks that were beginning to be too immature for even my standards.
There was Thomas who still lived with his parents who would invite me over to eat hot pockets, smoke, and play Call of Duty for way too long. And don’t forget Charles, who, out of pity, I would put up with his excessive ranting about his ex. Then there was Hammer. Yeah we called him Hammer because that’s exactly what he would be every night. Drunk, texting me to come out on the town. To this bar or that bar. The kind of guy that would call me a pussy if I did not come out, and call me a pussy if i did come out but not drink as much as he did.
It’s possible I will have a good run at some new blood moving into this city. And for the fact that we never lived together. Her call not mine. I might be okay in a couple of years. Maybe months. I don’t know. First relationships are tough. Should I have been more interested in her reality television programs. Should I have worn cooler clothes and taken her to cooler restaurants. Was there another dude this whole time. If so I hope that dude understands that I had a part in making us grow apart. So now he will get that new part of her that she was not aware she had. I helped turn her against guys like me for the future. Me. A self obsessed moron who didn’t even know it was falling apart in the first place. Next time i’ll ask questions. Next time I’ll be there more. Next time. Next time. But for now. This four month run was…
"I said it’s over. The movies over." She stands up and walks toward the TV. "What else do you wanna watch?"
"Oh uh, surprise me."