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  • There Is Hope, Just Not For Us

    January 12, 2010 — With 294 words & Read — Labelled as: Story
    “No. I think I know everything there is to know about him.”, Sharon said in a over-confident sounding voice while her friend kept a close eye on everything that went on in her face, to see if she could spot some insecurity.
    
It was quickly turning into a staring contest so Sharon had to get some approval so she turned towards Willy her boyfriend, “Right honey?”
    He was just done dragging the body of a jogger to the side of the road and was covering it with some branches and leaves, “Yeah, anything I could remember about me and my life I told you, especially that time at Dunkin’ Donuts when I was choking on that donut and almost blacked out.”
    Sharon turned towards her BFF and did a somewhat mimic pose which was the equivalent to ‘tada’ and finished it with, “See.”
    They all got back in the car and the radio was playing some random pop song only Willy seemed to know.
    “Fuck I love this song.”, Willy said while bobbing his head to the what Sharon described as arrhythmic melody.
    “This melody is so arrhythmic.”, Sharon said while sniffing a line of coke of the dashboard.
    “It’s six in the morning.” The possum thought to himself while he was slowly crossing the road.
    “Watch out for that possum!!” Sharon yelled, and she hits Willy on his shoulder.
    Sharon was looking over her shoulder to see if the possum was alright, “What if you ran over it, that poor possum.”
    “Your so selfish Willy.”, Her best friend added.
    But Willy did not respond because he was skipping around way in the back of his mind in the wide open space of where his brain once used to be.
    Willy did say some final words, “Milky way.. Padlock.. Illiquid.. Syrup.. Cliff.. Cliff?”
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