Sitting on the edge our bed, you stared at your iPad.
'What?’ you said.
‘I said…can you give me a lift?’
‘Yeah, yeah. Just don’t hold me up.’
I paced around. Should I say something? Better not. My intestines churned; lava rose behind my eyes. I grabbed my shopping bag, slamming the door behind me. Deep breaths. The cool air slowed my pulse. Raising my arm, I looked at my watch. I should have caught the bus.
‘So…where do you want to go?’ Your attention was fixed on the rear-view mirror.
‘Not far…to the…’
‘To the corner of High…’
‘Just tell me…Fuck you too!’ You glared at the driver in the adjacent car.
‘Let me out here…’ I turned my head away, my cheeks tear-stained.
Did you see me on the day we said, ‘I do’?--Do you see me now?
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