It’s 1:00 am. I am coming to know many things about Oliver, the man on the phone outside my apartment. He isn’t at a party where his friends are drunkenly recruiting him to be. The phone is being passed around the party. His tone changes with each new person he talks to. He has no way to get there. His wallet was stolen. He likes to ask women what they are wearing over the phone. He thinks Rosa must look sexy. He doesn’t want Rosa. He is in love. He is engaged. He is going to have a little girl. He’s going to be a Daddy. He’s missing the party. He has no car. Rosa now has is number. He laughs a lot when talking to women. He swears a lot when talking to men.
How much of what he says is true? How much of what he believes about himself is true? Does Rosa believe him? Does he believe himself?
I’m sleeping on my couch tonight because I did laundry today and was too tired to put my clean sheets back on my bed to sleep in it. I knew I was going to do that. I’m temped to go sleep on a bare bed because Oliver is obnoxious.
4 comments:
Em, your last two posts have me fascinated. Your writing was captivating. I feel what you felt, I hear what you heard...
thanks for sharing those. it was like escaping into a good book....
Em, the last two writtings are a little scarey..but you are such a good writer, it's capitvating. Be safe...
em, thank you for writing your heart experientially, even in the middle of a stream of consciousness. i hope you have a pen in your hand and paper nearby- i want a transcript.
Emily, your gift of developing a story or an experience is captivating. You inspire me to be more creative with my words. Just wanted to ecourage you to write a book some day, you have what it takes Emily!
Cal in DC
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