The sound of light rain filled the air as he sat in the cheap
plastic chair. He pushed back and the chair relented. Their stroll through the
local Wal-Mart carrying the chairs played in his mind as he drained the beer.
The bottle shimmered in the faint rays from the porch light as it disappeared over the edge of the deck. He listened for a thud or any sign of it landing, but the night air seemed to swallow it.
He twisted open another bottle and the cap bounced on the floor. He couldn't help but wonder where she was at that moment. He shook his head violently with eyes tightly closed as images of where she could be placed. He stood and looked into the sky, blinking as the water beat against his face.
He surveyed the deck with images of her everywhere. One by one he tossed the items she had selected, until there was nothing left but an old grill - a grill they had used countless times.
He remembered how much she loved cajun seasoning on everything as he pushed it over the edge of the top step. He thought of the old Slinky commercials as it bounced down the steps. He flinched when the tank met the concrete, wondering how much gas was left in it.
He walked across the suddenly empty shiny surface - water splashing with each step. He knew it was a mistake, everything was a mistake these days, that he'd have to clean up tomorrow, but tomorrow could wait. He didn't want to think about tomorrow with yesterday on his mind.
The bottle shimmered in the faint rays from the porch light as it disappeared over the edge of the deck. He listened for a thud or any sign of it landing, but the night air seemed to swallow it.
He twisted open another bottle and the cap bounced on the floor. He couldn't help but wonder where she was at that moment. He shook his head violently with eyes tightly closed as images of where she could be placed. He stood and looked into the sky, blinking as the water beat against his face.
He surveyed the deck with images of her everywhere. One by one he tossed the items she had selected, until there was nothing left but an old grill - a grill they had used countless times.
He remembered how much she loved cajun seasoning on everything as he pushed it over the edge of the top step. He thought of the old Slinky commercials as it bounced down the steps. He flinched when the tank met the concrete, wondering how much gas was left in it.
He walked across the suddenly empty shiny surface - water splashing with each step. He knew it was a mistake, everything was a mistake these days, that he'd have to clean up tomorrow, but tomorrow could wait. He didn't want to think about tomorrow with yesterday on his mind.
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