whiskey kisses, strawberry girl

The moon looked so frail that she thought it might shatter if the breeze blew hard enough. It had started to fade in the pink glow of dawn, and soon it was little more than a silver smear on the horizon.

Strawberry sighed, watching her breath mingle with the steam from her coffee. She asked herself for the millionth time what she was doing there. What did she expect? Did she really think he would have changed? That he would show up and suddenly things would be perfect, the way they’d never been before?

“Stupid,” she murmured. “Stupid, stupid, stupid.”

She leaned over the bridge railing, gazing into the freezing water beneath her. A memory started tugging at her, jumping around in her brain and begging her to pay attention. She frowned as the long-forgotten images seeped into her mind – herself in her kitchen, when she was seven years old. She was wearing mismatched sneakers and too many headbands, and she was grinning widely at her mother.

“Love,” she said pompously, “is like water.”

There was silence, and little Strawberry frowned. “Ask me why.”

“Why?” said her mother wearily.

“Because it grows and changes but it never ever stops,” Strawberry said proudly. “Like a river – it always moves, right? Right, Mom?’

“Yes…” her mother was paying more attention now, smiling slightly. Encouraged by this, Strawberry continued.

“It moves, and it changes, and it grows. That’s the best part. It gets bigger and bigger until it gets to the ocean. That’s huge, you know. And it never disappears, either. It goes into the clouds, and then it rains down, and it just never stops. Never ever ever.”

“It never stops,” Strawberry whispered. She bit her lip, staring at the purple marks on her arms. He didn’t love her like an ocean. He didn’t even love her like a puddle. His feelings for her were blurred by whiskey and vodka and too many other poisons she didn’t want to think of.

And here he was. He walked towards her, smiling a smile she knew all too well. He was confident – sure that she would forgive him, sure that things would go back to the way they’d been before, sure that he couldn’t make a wrong move.

“Hey there,” he grinned.

The slap rang through the still morning air. Strawberry walked away, leaving him stunned behind her.

“Baby,” he yelled after her, “what’s wrong? Hey–”

Strawberry turned around and looked at him. And suddenly she wasn’t scared, and she wasn’t trapped, and she didn’t need him. She was free. A smile danced on her lips, and she chuckled at the shocked look on his face. Turning to walk away, she glanced briefly over her shoulder.

“Fuck you.”


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. dogberry
    Aug 20, 2010 @ 01:13:05

    damn, woman.

    verr guud.



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