A piece from the book I recently self published. You can get it here: https://www.createspace.com/3857416 -or- http://www.amazon.com/Her-Skin-Rio-Draiin/dp/1475234449/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1343073018&sr=8-1&keywords=rio+draiin.
A week later because I just so happen to be that much of a
coward. Elly walked in the door. I was in the kitchen mixing a
batch of margaritas. We never drank them. But it seemed like a
better idea than just beer. More alcohol.
“What’s going on?” Elly left no room for casualties.
“You gonna shut the door?” I pointed the stirring stick toward
“Don’t change the subject. What’s going on?”
I sighed, put the stirring stick down, grabbed the margaritas and
walked over to her. I handed her one before walking past her to
shut the door.
“You should sit,” I said as I walked over to the couch and sat
myself. She walked over to me but she didn’t sit. “Explain”
She always knew when something was going on. She could
sense it no matter how hard you tried to cover it up. It was her
gift. Damn her.
“I’m moving” I chugged my drink and stood up. “Another?” I
asked as I looked at my empty glass while walking to the
Elly followed me. “Where?”
“Germany. You gonna drink that?”
Elly stared at me. I half expected her to throw the drink in my
face. Maybe margaritas were a bad idea.
“Why?” She asked finally. Good. She wasn’t going to throw the
drink in my face. Probably.
“Don’t call me that after telling me your leaving. Why?”
“You know why.” I didn’t want to say it out loud any more than
she wanted to hear it out loud. She looked down away from me.
I was afraid to say anything else. And I was definitely not
walking closer to her. She looked back up and walked over to
me. Shit. She handed me the drink and took the pitcher. She
started drinking out of it as she walked over to the living room
and sat down.
“I guess I can make more.” I said.
“Why are you being so indifferent.?” she asked.
I started walking towards her. I stood for a few seconds before
sitting down next to her.
“I…” I hesitated. This was the part I wanted to avoid. “I’m acting
indifferent… because its you.”
“Don’t talk to me like I’m them.”
I guess I owed her more than a vague explanation. She was
right. She wasn’t them. She was El.
I took a deep breath. “Because it’s you. Because I can’t imagine
going a day without seeing you. Because when I’m in another
country its okay because I know when I come back you’ll still
be here. But now..” I paused. I didn’t know how to finish.
“Then why are you going?”
“It was an impulse decision”
“That doesn’t mean you have to go.” She was holding back her
tears. But so was I.
“I can’t stay and be lonely forever. She could be the one.” I
“And what if shes not?”
She had a point. I never thought of Selda not being the one
because I was too focused on her being the one.
“Whose gonna tell you how stupid you are or how…” she
stopped herself. She stood up facing her back to me. She didn’t
want me to see her cry. I stood up and wrapped my arms around
her. I felt the tears hit my arms. She turned around and
embraced me. Elly didn’t go home that night and I never
unhooked my arms.
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