- For No Reason
- The curtains were drawn and the windows were open at 420 West Pike Street. There was a movie playing as I sat against the screen door in the darkness, blowing smoke into the night. She sat on the far end of the couch. I inhaled and I watched her fingers deftly move across her phone. I exhaled and she met my gaze momentarily before turning back to the movie.
- I finished my cigarette and flicked it into the yard through a hole in the screen. Staring down into my glass, I shook it lightly, watched the lime swirl and listened to the glorious sound of ice against glass. I took a drink,walked to the couch and sat down opposite her. She made no move. I picked up the remote and paused the movie. She glanced at me and then back to her phone.
- “You hungry?” I asked.
- “No. Not really,” she said. Her eyes never looked up.
- I took another drink and picked up the remote, my finger hovering over the play button.
- “What’s wrong, foxy?” I asked.
- “You always pick these movies! These sad, depressing fucking movies. You always pick them and I know you’re trying to be a writer but it’s always about you!” Her eyes were livid and I felt relieved. For the first time in ages I had made her feel something again.
- “Pick the movies then, I don’t care.” I finished my drink and stood up, walked into the kitchen to pour another. I dumped out the lonely ice and freshened up my glass, reached for the bottle of Tito’s.
- “Jim, stop it!” she yelled. I looked into the living room and she was looking at me, actually looking at me this time.
- “I’m not that drunk,” I replied.
- “No, I don’t care... Please just stop!” she exclaimed. I kept pouring the drink. It only took one more to kill the bottle. We finished the movie and went to bed and I thought it just another night.
- It was a week later that the situation took on a new light. I was sitting on the steps of our house, as we used to call it, watching her stuff the bits and pieces of two and a half years into a silver Malibu. That car had the imprint of my face in the passenger door; a relic of yet another drunken night. I allowed myself a momentary laugh at the thought. Our dog sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window at me. She slammed the trunk shut. It sounded final.
- That would be the last time I saw her. I looked at the drink in my hand for a moment and I thought about pouring it out. The car sped off into the evening and I watched the tail lights sink into the distance. There was no reason to quit now, no reason to pour it out. I finished my drink and went inside, poured another and sat down on the couch. It was the only thing I had left to do.
For No Reason
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