Friday, June 19, 2009

Social networking ghosts

She was never any good at keeping in touch with people. She felt that wherever she was or whoever she was with at the moment, everything was fine. It took her by surprise when she joined one of social networking sites out of curiosity. She soon lost interest at the idea of perfecting a page with animated .gif icons and blurry vanity shots. However, when she would check her email, she would have an overflow of requests and messages of ghosts of the past asking her if they remembered her.

Then HE found her. The ghost of a former life.

"What's up, happened to find you on here and thought I'd say hi."

Looking at his profile, he'd moved to Charleston, hung up his edgy rebel look and took up a simple IT job. Clean. Cut.

She sat there for a while staring at the default picture. Must have been the official office photo.

To bad her curiosity got to her again this time as she clicked reply and started typing.

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

unexpected sightings

She stood near the bar, twirling the straw in the Jack and Coke she'd just ordered. She watched the crowd form outside to smoke cigarettes in between each set.

She couldn't believe he decided to show up. After all these years and multiple moves in and out of the city (for the both of them), he was back on the scene again. He was with his douchebag friend and a girl. New girlfriend? Could it be? Did he actually move on?

She remembered the past all too frequently. It was eight months of bliss and rock and roll. It seemed to end before it started, the time flying by-probably because they spent most of those months surfing a wave of tequila.

It is because of that period of time she cannot shoot tequila anymore. Even without the lime and salt, she still gets a hard sourness she can't escape.

The music started from the stage. The smokers dropped and squished their butts under boot soles and filed through the door.

That's him. She thought. He's back and he's here. Right. Now.

She finished her drink and pulled out a crumpled bill. "Hey, barkeep," she called over. "Another Jack and Coke. This time, make me a double."