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2:45 AM

The beginning has already begun to fade.
I was a guest in their house, for unknown reasons. He was
aloof. I think he did not like me. She was small and brown
with her exotic and spoiled ways, with her long dark curling
hair. She was a flirt.
All this lead to a moment with me, in my car, afraid to turn
the key. My mind kept imagining car bombs and destruction,
playing it over and over. I sat, afraid to the turn the key.
I watched her small face watching me from a window. A
bedroom. I remembered the soft linen on the bed, and the
smell of her, and of him. I remembered the dark and the
light, the shadows and the patches of sun dancing with dust
motes. I got out of the car. I paced in agony before it. I
got back in. Over and over, I tried to turn the key, but
could not. I had no bravado to carry me through the moment.
My cell phone rang, and I leapt from my skin. I threw it
against the passenger door, but it would not stop.
Insistently, the sound bored past my ears and into my skull.

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