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"Something Dies" by Jan Sand 2008-03-21 09:06:40 |
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Things happen. A slow fall of dust. Suddenly, eyes don’t meet. “Sorry, time’s tight. I must – I can’t make it Saturday.” A beat. The silence stretches out. “Okay.” Pause. Shoes fascinate. “Sunday?” “No. I really doubt I’ll be free.” “Why complicate –“ “- Complicate? I don’t - what – What does that mean?” “Nothing. Look! You, I, must - we’ve got – We should see, something Its not right.” “What’re you saying?” A quick move to catch a sneeze. Hand outstretched. “Let’s stop playing. Please. Let me have my keys.” Hard stares. “You can’t mean it.” “’Fraid I do. Seems it’s finished.” Sighs. “Frankly, I haven’t seen it.” “You have. Our feelings have diminished.” “Well, if you feel that way.” “I do.” A shrug. A sad smile. Helpless gesture, palms upraised. “Perhaps phone, after a while?” Slowly she retreats. He stands, dazed.
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