We sat in the pub in silence.
And occasionally one of use would try to break it, how much she hated her boss, how much I needed to look for a new job. But generally we were quiet, a perfect time for my mind to wander. Why dont we have anything in common, where has the spark gone?
At the table next to us the two suits spoke loud, having seemingly limitless supplies of anecdotes hyphenated often by ‘fuck’ and such.
‘Gaz’ began to impart wisdom, they say there’s fifty ways to leave your lover mate, but really there’s only one…SMS, he said.
Whether his buddy disagreed or knew we were listening I couldn’t tell, but he made no reply.
Then Gaz himself went quiet, but still couldn’t give his mouth a rest so lit a smoke. Exhaling he spoke again, not as loud this time, if only it was that easy to actually get them, he said.
Jem spat beer all over the place, she laughed so damn hard, beer even came out her nose I think, it was all over the place. I’m not sure what the reaction was from the table next to us, I didn’t think to look, just sat thinking.
How long had it been since I’d seen her laugh?
davecurtain
Kalb this is great, such a sense of the moment. Subtly evocative of all the history lying behind the exchange between the couple at the bar, without saying it overtly.
You’re getting better and better my friend.
Michael Douglass
Awesome comment Dave, thanks Mate.
Lisa Defazio
I love these snippets of ‘intense thought’ (not the best description – you are the writer here..) you can glean so much from them. Mighty Fine!
Damian
This is fabulous Michael, love the outburst, and the thoughtful ending.
Debi Adams
Wow, I just dont have the words to define the raw emotion that this piece made me feel. Awesome!!