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A Memory

In Uncategorized on August 21, 2014 at 6:59 pm

The warm spring air floats, weighted in the air at dusk, and the clouds, meek but broad, hide the sunset from the city. The dogs asleep, their tails start to swing back and forth. Elsa’s eyes open and look blankly ahead. She is suddenly alert. She hops to action and runs to the door with Bigsby in pursuit. They pace and spin and whimper at the sound of struggling keys in the door. It drives them wild. She comes in and greets them with a grin, her palms outward towards their snouts as she slides her bag off her shoulder and bends down so that they may properly sniff around to see where she’s been all day and let her know that they love her and have missed her.

I get up from the couch and walk towards the door. I feel weightless and happy. She smiles at me and kisses me. Now the dogs and I have been loved properly and so we all return to the living room. She takes off her coat and like a stream into a lake, eases down to the couch folding her legs onto it and she rests her head on my shoulder and she kisses my neck. 
 
This scene haunts me as i sit. My dog at my side, staring ahead. My pipe, perched on my lip, its smoke bellowing out in spurts. Whiskey in my hand, i rattle the tiny bits of ice in it and chill the glass. The warm spring air floats, weighted in the air at dusk, and the clouds, meek but broad, hide the sunset from the city.
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