“Now listen. Remember what I told you when we first decided to get married—that I would never, ever let you leave me? Well, I’m keeping true to my promise.”
“It’s 15 milligrams. Adderall. We call this the body of Christ. The blood is alcohol.”
His plate is wiped clean — he devoured the golden brown fries, only leaving tiny puddles of ketchup behind.
I lower myself down next to her, watching her put the last stroke on her peacock all blue and green and gold.
She picked at her skirt, pulling it against her legs and leaning slightly forward, attempting to conceal a bit of weight gain that she made too big a deal of. It was unlikely that anybody noticed.
“I think I’m going to call the cops. I’m really starting to freak out.”
One more block to go. Three flights after that.
Then it was dark, and Karen couldn’t see into the eyes of a man she had lived with for nearly two years and had been cheating on her, she was certain, for most of that time.
Though even after I painted their divorce, I had to admit their strides seemed jaunty, coordinated in a melodic way she and I never could figure out.
All I see is red now. Deep, pulsating red.