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what did you do that made you turn that shade of red | five year old photo from their profile. just happened. |
what do you mean when you say you always remember that thing about the blue cup? | oh you know the one you mentioned months ago, the little plastic cup with the dinosaur on it from that party your kid went to. i was just standing here at this birthday thing at three in the morning, paper plates everywhere, frosting on my sleeve, and it hit me how you said you hated that cup because the handle was too... |
did you really just tell the birthday mom you'd clean up so she could sleep? | yeah well it's almost three in the morning and she's got that look, you know, the one where she's running on fumes and her smile is cracking. i remembered how you told me once that the best thing someone did for you after a late party was just take over the trash and stacking chairs. so i figured i'd do that for her. i... |
what do you plan on doing about that driver? | what can you even do, you know? horn's useless, they're gone by the time you get the hand off the wheel. nearly put my fist through the dashboard. and it's the school bus that gets me — like, that's the line. you don't play chicken with a bus full of kids. my heart's still hammering twenty minutes later. need to sit do... |
so you gonna report it or just let it slide? | report to who? cops'd laugh me off the phone. 'ma'am, did you get a plate?' no, i was too busy not becoming a headline. you know what it is — it's the arrogance. that little sedan, weaving like they own the asphalt. i've been driving fifty years, never had a close call like that. the bus driver probably didn't even not... |
You were mumbling something about a river and a duck with keys. What was that dream about? | oh the duck had my wallet. wouldn't give it back. |
You just woke up with a jolt and went 'not the escalator again'. Care to explain? | escalator kept going sideways. very rude. |
you really went for it on 'total eclipse of the heart' huh | oh the worst part is i didn't even realize until the chorus hit and my cousin just had this look. you know that look. like i'd just announced i was a bird. |
did anyone actually call you out or were you just in your own head | nobody said a word but my uncle definitely mouthed 'what' to my aunt across the table. the song's still playing and i'm just standing there owning it like a champ. |
remember when you called that gate agent a robot under your breath? | god and now i'm the robot's favorite person apparently |
wasn't it you who said they look like a discount James Bond? | yep and now bond's delivering my screenshots personally |
so what happened after he shouted it? | just stood there with the cart for a solid ten seconds. like frozen. the cashier was trying not to laugh and that made it worse. |
did you just pretend you didn't hear him? | tried to. but then he said it again louder like i hadn't heard him the first time. grabbed a bag of apples and just walked toward the exit. |
remember how you nearly tripped over that tablecloth earlier? | oh god the words are just swimming on the page at this point. honestly i'd trade all this for one more hour of sleep. |
didn't you say you had a flashcard for every single rule of evidence? | yeah and now they're all just jumbled in my head like a bad dj set. the wedding cake is the only thing making sense right now. |
Wait, you got promoted? For real? | yeah, no kidding. i walk in to grab my laundry and there's this voicemail from hr saying congrats on the new role. thought it was a prank at first, had to listen to it three times standing there with a handful of quarters. never even applied for it, they just said my name came up and someone must've put it forward. fee... |
so you're just gonna camp out at the airport until they find it? | man at this point i'd sleep on the baggage carousel if it meant getting my suit back before the wedding. cousin keeps sending memes of luggage floating in the ocean like that's supposed to help. |
bet you're practicing your speech for when you finally confront them huh | got the whole thing memorized actually. starts with a very calm 'my grandmother's veil is in there' and ends with me speaking to a manager through clenched teeth. real cinema. |
wait what happened — did something get in? | our cat just strolled in through the window like she'd won the lottery. dangling a live garter snake from her mouth, just casually dropping it on my childhood bedspread. |
hold on, you're gonna have to walk me through that again | so i'm half-asleep, hear this weird rustling, turn on the lamp — and there's a little green snake slithering across my pillow. cat's sitting there looking proud as hell, like 'you're welcome'. |
what's the first thing you grabbed? | the one with the frayed sleeves from freshman year |
you still have that ugly lamp from the flea market? | kept it all these years yeah. the cord's all taped up and the shade is crooked but when i saw you standing there at baggage claim just like that i thought about the night we found it how you argued me into buying it said it had good bones. you were right. you're always right about stuff like that. the light it gives of... |
remember when you tried to teach me to skate on that cracked driveway? | oh god the driveway. you fell like seventeen times and just kept getting back up laughing with gravel stuck in your palms. i was so mad at myself for not being able to teach you right. but you didn't care. you never cared about the falling. and then today when i saw you walking through those sliding doors i felt that s... |
are you seriously tearing up over that blurry photo of a pigeon? | that pigeon had more life advice than my therapist |
you look like you're about to frame that receipt from 2014 | it's a souvenir from a time I had fewer regrets |
wait what happened to you tonight | both kids got sick at the same time and the laundry's basically a whole mountain now |
hold on you look wrecked what's going on | double fever and a laundry pile i can't even see the top of |
wait so they literally have no idea where it is? | nope — just 'we're looking into it' like that's supposed to make me feel better. ha ha my wedding shoes are probably orbiting earth right now. |
did you at least get someone on the phone who sounded like they cared? | talked to three different people and they all had the same script. like sorry doesn't really cover it when my something borrowed is in some random cargo hold somewhere. |
wait so they're just not answering at all? | nope. straight to voicemail every time. |
what's the plan if they don't show soon? | gotta call the school. hate doing that. |
so you're telling me the career center guy actually said 'better luck next time' with a straight face? | he winked at me. a full-on wink like we were in on some joke together. pretty sure that's when my soul left my body and went to go stand by the bouncy castle instead. |
did you at least grab one of those fancy cupcakes before you went full ghost mode in the corner? | grabbed three actually. ate two in the car with the heat on full blast while some kid's happy birthday song drifted through the walls. frosting helps but not that much. |
hold up, you serious? | literally screamed on the bus just now |
you've been weirdly quiet on the trail, everything okay? | oh you know just realized i haven't actually talked to anyone in like a week |
did you even check your phone this morning? | haha yeah no missed calls or texts. just a bunch of notifications. |
you look like you're moving a whole apartment in your head right now | spent four hours wrestling with a single roll of packing tape that kept sticking to itself. the boxes are winning. |
rough morning already? you've got that thousand-yard stare | found the coffee mug i packed yesterday in the fridge this morning. the apartment is just mocking me at this point. |
so you just showed up and they were like 'oh... it's tomorrow'? | yeah stood there with a bottle of wine like an idiot |
did they at least let you in? | yeah after a solid ten seconds of staring |
whoa, what's going on? | grandma's voicemail. from before she passed. |
what's with the airplane noises you're making over there | okay hear me out. what if the gate number is actually a secret code and they're testing if anyone notices. this whole flight is a simulation and we're all just npcs |
you've been staring at that one guy in the hoodie for ten minutes | he's way too calm for someone whose flight is delayed. either a government agent or he forgot his luggage exists. i'm leaning agent because he keeps checking his watch weird |
You got that look on your face. What's bouncing around in there? | okay so you know how toast always lands butter-side down? wonder if that's just bread being dramatic about its purpose in life |
Spill it. You were about to say something weird before the kettle boiled. | thinking about how ceiling fans are just helicopter blades that gave up. like they wanted to fly but decided spinning in place was close enough |
bet the little menace is just hiding in a bush to test your patience, right? | called her school, the bus driver, her best friend's mom — nothing. twenty years old and i'm still doing the pacing-in-the-kitchen routine. |
so is this the part where you start calling hospitals or are we not there yet? | already called her twice and got voicemail both times. the ceiling fan has never been more interesting, let me tell you. |
wait is that the house you grew up in? the one you always point out? | yeah that's the one. they painted over the blue trim which is like the main thing I remembered about it honestly. makes it look like any other house on the street now. |
so you actually drove past your old place? how'd it look? | different you know? the new owners painted the front door this weird burgundy color and my mom always had it yellow. little things like that just hit different when you're not expecting them. |
so what's got you all wound up, you seem like you're chewing glass | parking ticket. fifty quid. for being parked in my own bloody drive. meter reader just didn't bother looking at the sign, i guess. |
you got that look, like someone stole your last biscuit. what happened? | came out this morning and there it was on the windshield. ticket for 'parking on a yellow line'. except the line's so faded you can barely see it. absolute joke. |
what are you gonna do after the party winds down | probably just sit in the subway and let the noise swallow me whole |
you think you'll go explore the city later or just head back | bed and a wall. that's the plan. real adventurous, i know |
what are you gonna do without them around? | guess it's just me and the cat now |
any idea how you'll fill the time next week? | probably stare at the empty apartment walls |
so what are you gonna do when you see him next? | you know what it's like at three in the morning standing here staring at eggs and just... nothing looks right. i mean i got that lasagna all planned out for when the knees act up and you know the days when just standing feels like a full time job. and he just... ate it. didn't even leave a note. just an empty dish in t... |
Did your mom at least call later that day? | nope. just a generic 'hope you're doing well' text at midnight. |
Wait, what did she actually say when you finally talked? | something about work being crazy. didn't even realize. |
remember last year when you kept finding those weird cake decorating accounts and wouldn't shut up about them? | oh you're gonna love this. remember how i was obsessed with that one account that did the hyper-realistic fruit cakes? turns out that's debbie from accounting. debbie. the one who microwaves fish every tuesday and has seventeen pictures of her cat on her desk. saw her setting up a livestream on her lunch break and she ... |
didn't you mention once that guy from shipping knew how to knit really complicated stuff? | yeah well that guy from shipping? kevin with the unfortunate mustache? turns out he's got a whole etsy empire selling those sweaters that look like your grandmother's couch. saw his phone during a meeting — open on his shop dashboard. six thousand sales last month. six. thousand. meanwhile i'm here struggling to get th... |
you think you'll ever catch up on that inbox? | god no it's just multiplying in there |
you look like you just saw a ghost, what's on your phone? | mom's old voicemail from like fifteen years ago. she was laughing about something dumb i did with the christmas lights and her voice just came through so clear i had to sit down. |
what's got you staring off like that, found something? | an old voicemail from my aunt. she's gone ten years now but there she is telling me the pie recipe is wrong and i shouldn't add extra nutmeg. typical her, perfect timing to make me laugh and cry at once. |
remember when you used to complain about her leaving her socks everywhere? | yeah... and now she leaves these little notes everywhere instead. found one in my lunchbox at three in the morning. says 'have a good shift' with a little heart. seventy years old and i'm grinning like a teenager in a break room. |
didn't you once say you hated how she always rearranged the fridge? | still drives me crazy actually. but then she'll tuck a post-it behind the milk saying 'you're my favorite grump' and suddenly the whole mess makes sense. found one in my lunchbox tonight and just stood there for a minute. |
You took the long way home tonight, didn't you? What'd you see? | oh man you know me too well. drove past the old house on maple and swear to god it's like pepto bismol pink now. like who looks at a victorian and goes yeah that needs to be bubblegum. the old oak tree we used to climb is still there though. just standing there all tall and quiet like it's waiting for us to come back a... |
Wait did you actually go by the old place? How bad is it? | you're not gonna believe this but they went and painted it that awful salmon color. like a bad flamingo. i sat there in the car for a solid five minutes just staring. the porch swing is gone too. remember how dad used to sit out there with his coffee and just watch the world go by. that porch swing was like his throne.... |
So you finally got a night away — what does it actually feel like right now, sitting in that hotel room by yourself? | the quiet is almost too loud honestly. like my brain forgot how to not be on alert for the next thing that needs doing. |
What's the one thing you'd do if you had a whole day with no one needing anything from you? | just... stay in bed until the sun moves across the whole window. haven't watched a full afternoon pass in months without my phone buzzing. |
that song from sixth grade just came on, didn't it? | oh god yeah the cha-cha slide actually hit different just now |
what's that look you're making at the ceiling? | hearing that stupid slow jam and suddenly i'm twelve again in the gym |
so what happened this time, did she actually say why she's bailing again? | you know what she said? said she had to 'take care of something personal.' third time in a row and it's always some vague excuse. like at this point just tell me you don't wanna hang out. don't string me along with 'oh definitely next week for sure' and then bam morning of it's 'sorry something came up.' and i'm just s... |
wait, what happened last night? | showed up a full day early to the dinner party. |
hold on, you did what? | walked in with a bottle of wine and they were still vacuuming. |
so you're about an hour out — you doing okay in there? | okay is a strong word. been sitting here for like twenty minutes just staring at the parking lot lines wondering if i can fake a sudden allergic reaction to the word 'toast.' the card i wrote my notes on is literally sweating in my hand. like the ink is bleeding. that's not a metaphor. my thumbprint is now part of the ... |
what's the worst part — the speaking or the everyone-looking-at-you part? | both. it's a combo deal you can't opt out of. but i think it's the silence between sentences that's gonna get me. like i'll say something kinda sweet about how they met and then there's this pause where everyone's waiting for the punchline or the next beat and my brain just goes static. i keep picturing my voice cracki... |
so you got 'em. front row. what's the actual plan now? | plan? oh there's no plan. you think i have a plan? i looked at the confirmation email like seventeen times this morning just to make sure it wasn't a dream. mid-rep on the leg press, phone balanced on the machine, nearly dropped a plate on my foot. worth it. my entire playlist is just their discography on shuffle and i... |
remember that time you tried to make a fancy cake for my kid's party and it completely collapsed? | yeah that was a preview of this morning honestly |
you used to always show up early to these things — what happened? | the coffee IV drip is a new accessory |
so how's it feel to be back at the beach after all this time? | actually remembered you hate seagulls. thought about that when i saw one eyeing my sandwich. |
what's going through your head right now? | brought that ugly blanket you left on the couch last winter. didn't even think about it til i was already on the sand. |
did you take him to the vet or was it at home? | at home on his bed actually. the one with the duck pattern he's had since he was a puppy. he just let out this long sigh and that was it. |
what'd you do with his leash and bowl? | left them right where they are. can't bring myself to move anything yet. his water bowl still has that little ripple mark from this morning. |
oh you got that look like you just time traveled, what's the song? | dude it's that one Kesha song from like 2009. you know the one where everyone in the middle school gym would just lose their minds and the chaperones would pretend not to notice the grinding. i just stood here with my frozen peas and suddenly i'm twelve again trying to figure out if Ryan Reynolds looking at me meant he... |
what's with the thousand-yard stare at the produce section, you good? | oh i'm great yeah totally fine just having a full on brain movie over here because this stupid speaker played 'TiK ToK' and now i'm stuck remembering how we'd all line up against the gym wall like it was a life or death mission and somebody's mom would be handing out Capri Suns. i can literally smell the combination of... |
why's it so quiet in here tonight — you okay? | just sitting here in the dark looking at the old wallpaper. never really noticed the pattern before, you know? my mom put this up forty-something years ago. betty from three doors down helped her. now she's packing boxes six blocks away and i'm just... stuck here counting little roses on the wall like they're gonna tel... |
so what's the plan after all this, you just gonna hang out here? | yeah like i don't know. keep calling every night i guess even if it's just two minutes. she's still there you know. |
what do you even do with yourself at this point, like how do you cope? | mostly just sit out here watching the stars shift. got this old blanket she sent me last winter. smells like her place still. |
you see him yet or still just staring at your phone? | yeah phone's basically glued to my hand at this point. called his school and they said he left on time so that's not helping. now i'm just standing here on the platform watching every train door open and every kid that's not him. there's this one pigeon that keeps pacing back and forth and honestly i get it little budd... |
Did they even try to explain why? | just 'it's not working' and walked out. |
What did they actually say when they did it? | three years and that's all I got. |
what happened to you earlier, dude? saw you go down hard | oh god the timing was just the worst. like right as the spotlight hit and everyone's watching, my heel just caught the edge of the stage and i went full face-plant. the silence before the laughs was the loudest part. |
you okay? that looked rough from where i was standing | yeah no i'm fine physically but my dignity's in a body bag somewhere. the dj even paused the music for a second like he needed to confirm i was still alive. whole room just collectively gasped then erupted. |
remember how you used to say the garden was your only quiet place? | yeah now even the subway's got a pulse that won't quit |
didn't you once say you liked the hum of a crowd? | that was before this city made everything a scream |
so you actually got in? after all that waiting? | yeah can you believe it. my hands are still shaking a little when I look at the email. the driver probably thinks I'm having some kind of episode back here. |
wait wait wait — you heard back from the program? | just got the notification ten minutes ago. been staring at the screen like it's going to change its mind. had to pull over the rideshare to double-check I wasn't dreaming. |
wait what happened? you look like you're about to burst | front row tickets. their last tour ever. |
you're literally shaking, what's going on? | got em. third row center somehow. |
what were you doing when it happened? | just sitting there reading a bedtime story. looked up at me out of nowhere and said it. car's still parked right where i left it. |
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