I bought him dinner. He was skinnier than I remember.
Empty clip and chamber. Only for show, he said.
We reminisced, and laughed. Really laughed. Hadn’t done that in ages. Neither had he. I could tell.
He thanked me, said I inspired him to change.
I felt the same way.
What scared me?
The loaded gun? No, not that.
That he was prepared to take my life over the green in my pocket? Strangely, no.
It wasn’t that I recognized him. High School…. Calculus, right?
Like the clearest mirror I’d ever seen. And that terrified me.
The first day.
He inhaled deeply, outside the building. Relishing this euphoria. He never asked why the position opened. No need.
His drive to succeed, drowned out the alarm bells. His head amongst the clouds, he couldn’t see the sidewalk.
Or the hastily scrubbed chalk outline under his new office.
She rooted through the suitcases, giggling the entire time she did.
It was still the 24th, the dead of night, but youthful impatience waited for no-one.
Years had improved how she lived up to her favourite tradition.
So much so, that she unearthed the divorce papers intended for the 1st.
Beautiful. Visceral. It was my weapon.
The man was elsewhere, wandering some unexplored glade or copse within their paradise. She was all mine.
She licked her lips, curiosity battling conscience. A victor I would decide.
I whispered close, “It’s the same as any other fruit. Why not try it?”