What was fun shortly became madness, and she, in what I considered to be perfect form, stood as testament to all that I had lost. The earth was flooding. All the madness of the world had finally made its broach on nature and it was more than willing to retaliate. Tides took to cities like a towel to a spill and everyone was dead but those who, for whatever random reason, survived. I was on the beaches of the wreckage when I saw her, draped in ragged clothes, where I finally had what it took to come to her face to face and ask her what had been eating away at my spirit for five years. We went to the sidewalks, where the damage was less and I drove her where I thought it was safe, but halfway along our path, the sidewalk crumbled and we sank into an abyss. The abyss, as it was discovered, was actually a cement hole made into a tavern by some opportunistic entrepreneur who saw his opportunity and took it; those in suffering need a place to suffer and thereby forget their suffering. It was this cement hole in which reality would become all too real. She was angry with me for not seeing the sinkhole we fell into, and to forget it, I ordered a drink. By the time I was unconscious she was gone, and when I woke up I assumed she was gone for good. I ordered another drink and looked across the dismal room. She was there, at a table with three others: two male and one other female. I assumed they were friends. She waved at me. I lit a cigarette and crossed the room. She ignored my presence and continued with her conversation. “Do you want me to leave?” I asked, and she nodded. I continued in one swift motion back to the seat of the bar where I had come from. A man in ragged clothes who I recognized as an established author was drinking heavily and recklessly smoking cigarettes, half of which were falling to the floor. I picked up one of the half-smoked cigarettes and put it to my mouth. The man, the author, asked me what brand it was. I looked at it and stated, “Marlboro XX”. “Oh, they only sell those in Mexico,” he responded. I turned back to the bar and considered what I had become. I had left a family in the chaos of this Armageddon and this is what I chose to pursue in the aftermath of that chaos. God help me. I am alone.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Oct 2013 07:53:31 +0000
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