Drabble: Running Away
Posted: Mon Sep 13, 2004 6:48 pm
'Tis a response to S.W.A.B.I's latest challenge that is the product of: neglecting fanfics, a newly acquired cold, and music from Puccini's operas.... I am a freak. ^_^
Running Away
It was the phone call that said it was all over.
I couldn't understand why it had to come from her instead of you, but then again I should have expected it. I should have known better than to expect that you'd actually pick up the receiver, press some buttons, and wait for my voice to answer 'hello' before you expose to me some semblence of human communication that even you should be capable of.
Well, I was wrong.
So, once the headpiece was banged onto the table I took a shower to cool myself off and to set my head straight, using all of the hot water in the tank all thanks to you. Yeah, I'll send you the bill next month.
Got changed in track pants and a paint-splattered t-shirt (from when I painted my room by myself, remember?) and attempted to console myself with my solitary pet and my solitary television screen. Didn't work.
No way am I turning on the radio, I'd just be cursing myself.
So I changed again, this time into jeans and a tan sweater. Grabbed my purse, boots, and umbrella. For you see, it was raining outside.
Let me rephrase that.
I waited 37 minutes at the top of the hill just for you.
My umbrella the only protection from the pelting rain.
Jeans soaked to the knees trudging to the bus stop.
You understand that I have a lot of questions to ask you, right? How it all happened, what made you change your mind, what I did to alter your point of view. But to my dismay, every question that materialized in my muddled and befuddled brain during that 45 minute ride just fell away and dissolved like sugar in coffee when I arrived at your door. Maybe you weren't home. God knows you didn't have the courage to call me.
I rang the doorbell anyway.
And you let me inside.
Running Away
It was the phone call that said it was all over.
I couldn't understand why it had to come from her instead of you, but then again I should have expected it. I should have known better than to expect that you'd actually pick up the receiver, press some buttons, and wait for my voice to answer 'hello' before you expose to me some semblence of human communication that even you should be capable of.
Well, I was wrong.
So, once the headpiece was banged onto the table I took a shower to cool myself off and to set my head straight, using all of the hot water in the tank all thanks to you. Yeah, I'll send you the bill next month.
Got changed in track pants and a paint-splattered t-shirt (from when I painted my room by myself, remember?) and attempted to console myself with my solitary pet and my solitary television screen. Didn't work.
No way am I turning on the radio, I'd just be cursing myself.
So I changed again, this time into jeans and a tan sweater. Grabbed my purse, boots, and umbrella. For you see, it was raining outside.
Let me rephrase that.
I waited 37 minutes at the top of the hill just for you.
My umbrella the only protection from the pelting rain.
Jeans soaked to the knees trudging to the bus stop.
You understand that I have a lot of questions to ask you, right? How it all happened, what made you change your mind, what I did to alter your point of view. But to my dismay, every question that materialized in my muddled and befuddled brain during that 45 minute ride just fell away and dissolved like sugar in coffee when I arrived at your door. Maybe you weren't home. God knows you didn't have the courage to call me.
I rang the doorbell anyway.
And you let me inside.
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..heh