She didn't know exactly how long it had been that she had been walking wandering scraping her boots with more holes than the last time she had poked her fingers through them. Each of the holes she had imagined a passage into another time another neighborhood that she imagined was a empty as the previous previous that expression was closing in on how little meaning she felt for what was on both sides of her cavities.
Her phone was lost for who knows how much time she relied on it to tell her until the battery ran out and she no longer had any where to plug anything into anything reminding her to get up. She got up all right and he was the reason his arguments his lack thereof his look of almost saying almost thinking even he was such an even man even now evening out the darkness. She was done. She had said that. And now her loneliness welcomed her back or reminded her it was with her all along. Nothing to tell her the time beyond that and it was there was still day the Sun and its merciless frying of your comfort of what to do next. It was like the flames from millions of miles away were telling her to let that go as well. She came to a patch of cement cracked. Maybe it had been a square of a path that surrounded a pool or a park or a house filled with rooms filled with the familiar obstinate misunderstanding.
- Max Stoltenberg
