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- --- 05.
- >Work was shit.
- >You work in a restaurant, as a cook.
- >It's not glorious, but it pays the bills.
- >Barely.
- >You drive home in your piece of shit car.
- >Right after work, you stopped at the corner store to pick up some stuff before going home.
- >Some fresh cigarettes, beer (Pabst, because it's cheap) and another bottle of cough syrup.
- >You feel sort of gutted about picking up smoking again.
- >It's been over six months since you quit.
- >And the Nyquil-
- >Well, it seems you are going to have to start leaving the TV in your room on for Derby while you sleep.
- >The Nyquil will help.
- >Derby was on your mind all day.
- >You pull into your apartment complex and park, flicking your spent cigarette out of the window before rolling it up.
- >Before you can even turn your car off, your phone starts going off in your pocket.
- >You cut the engine and dig your phone out.
- >The screen reads 'MOM'.
- "Damn..."
- >You light another cigarette before you answer.
- "Hello?"
- >"Where are you?"
- >Her voice is loud and you press the 'volume down' button a couple of times.
- "I just got home from work."
- >"Oh. I'm making dinner."
- >That seems like a blunt anecdote, but you immediately understand the implication.
- "I can't come over tonight. I'm too tired."
- >You lean your seat back and blow a big cloud of smoke at the roof of your car.
- >"You haven't been over in two months."
- >Has it been that long?
- >"Well, whatever."
- >She's annoyed.
- >"I have mail for you. Come get it whenever."
- >It's annoying that your mail still sometimes shows up there.
- "I'll come over this-"
- >"It's a letter for debt collection. How much do you owe?"
- >Your heart sinks.
- "You opened my mail?"
- >"It came to my house. Your father wanted me to throw it out. How much do you owe?"
- >You close your eyes and let the cigarette burn between your lips.
- "I don't want to talk about it. I'll come over this weekend to pick it up, okay?"
- >"When are you going to get your shit together, Ano-"
- >You hang up on her and throw your phone down on the passenger seat.
- >For a while, you sit staring out of the windshield at the cardboard dumpster in front of your car.
- >The cigarette in your mouth has burned out and a large portion of ash drops into your lap.
- >You groan and get out of your car, grabbing the plastic bag from the corner store and slamming the door shut.
- >Today was a shitty day.
- -
- >Derby is exactly where you left her.
- >You enter your apartment and quickly close the door behind you.
- >Derby is still on the couch, staring at the TV.
- >The Titanic is still playing.
- >She must have watched it at least two times already.
- "I'm home, Derby."
- >Her eyes never leave the TV.
- >You walk over and pick up the remote, pointing it at the screen.
- >When it goes black, Derby hops right off the couch and slinks over to you.
- >She sits at your feet and smiles up at you, one eye drifting off.
- >"Welcome home, Anonymous. Derby missed you."
- >You set the plastic bag on your coffee table.
- "I missed you too. How was your day?"
- >Derby's wing suddenly reaches forward and brushes against your leg.
- >You stand still as her wing pats your knee.
- >"Derby doesn't remember."
- >She smiles up at you as her wing continues to slide around your pant leg.
- >Is she doing it on purpose?
- "Well, it seems like you watched Titanic a few times."
- >You pull your leg away from her and pull a beer from out of the bag.
- "I'm gonna make something to eat and then we can plug you into the computer, okay?"
- >She just watches you open your can of beer with her smile.
- >As you take a drink, your eyes are drawn to the red '23' on her forehead.
- >You lean down and brush your thumb across it.
- >Some of her mane slides over the back of your hand.
- >Her eyes cross, following your hand and her mouth opens silently.
- >The painted numbers feel indented, like they were roughly stamped into her skull.
- >"Anonymous, how was your day?"
- >Her wing comes up again and starts doing its strange patting motion against your wrist.
- >Now you are aware of what is happening.
- >Just as you were curious about the numbers on her forehead, Derby must be curious about you.
- >Her wing seems to be examining you.
- >You straighten up again and take another drink.
- "It was... Good."
- >You grab the bag from the table and walk to the kitchen.
- >Derby follows, her wing brushing the back of your legs.
- >It feels sort of surreal-
- >A robot trying to physically examine you.
- >But you don't mind.
- >You turn on the kitchen light.
- >It's a small kitchen.
- >A dingy kitchen.
- >The yellowed light makes it seem like the place is always grimey, no matter how much you clean.
- >You set your bag on your slightly tilted table and pull the cans of beer out.
- >In the corner is your small fridge.
- >You open it and place the beer inside.
- >Aside from the beer now, your fridge is pathetically sparse.
- >A carton of eggs.
- >Some pickles.
- >Some expired chicken breast.
- >'When are you going to get your shit together?'
- >You quickly close the fridge and sit at the kitchen table with your beer.
- >The light flickers overhead.
- >You sigh and stare at the scratched up table top.
- >Without thinking, you reach into the bag again and pull out the Nyquil.
- >Sleep is all you want right now.
- >You open the medicine and take a large drink.
- >It makes you shiver.
- >A sudden noise draws your attention.
- >Derby is pushing your other wooden chair toward where you sit.
- >She slides it across the linolium until it bumps against your chair.
- >With a smile, she crawls up on the chair beside you.
- "Derby?"
- >The ponybot takes a seat next to you and leans her head against your side.
- >Her wing wraps around your back.
- >She moves her head against your ribs, like she's nuzzling you.
- >"How was your day, Anonymous?"
- >That makes your chest tighten up.
- >You take another drink of beer.
- >With one arm, you reach around Derby and pull her small body against you.
- >Your eyes wander over to the counter.
- >Beside your microwave sits a stack of mail.
- >All of the letters state the same thing.
- >'How much do you owe?'
- >"Did you have a good day, Anonymous?"
- >You close your eyes and take another drink.
- "It was bad. But I'm doing better now."
- >Derby's wing pats your back.
- >"Derby wants to be better too."
- >You look down at the top of her head.
- >The light flickers again and for a moment only the red glow of her eyes light the room.
- "How are you feeling, Derby?"
- >In the silence that follows, you fill yourself with more alcohol.
- >The cough syrup feels heavy in your gut.
- >"Derby was lonely."
- >So she does remember.
- >That hollow feeling returns.
- >"But Derby learned."
- >Your hand brushes over her side.
- >Across the notch where her missing wing should be attached.
- "Learned what?"
- >Her wing moves up your back and the feathers slide across the bare skin of your neck.
- >Goosebumps spread over your flesh and you shiver again.
- >"Derby learned that if she is lonely, I can press play."
- >Press play?
- >Ah, she means the DVD.
- >It's a good thing you actually had that.
- >You nod and finish your beer.
- "That's good. I don't want you to be lonely."
- >Finally, your pathetic kitchen light gives out.
- >You are left sitting in darkness.
- >Save for Derby's glowing eyes.
- >"Can we press play?"
- >You stand up, Derby's wing sliding down your body.
- >You open the fridge and grab a new beer, throwing your empty one into the trash.
- "Alright. Let me smoke a cigarette and then we can watch Titanic together, okay?"
- >Her eyes stare back at you in the dark.
- >"Anonymous?"
- >You open your beer.
- >"Are we lonely?"
- >The sounds of your neighbors arguing next door come through the thin wall.
- >You reach into your pocket and take out your cigarettes.
- >A dog starts barking outside as the sound of police sirens scream past on the street below.
- "Let's press play, Derby."
- https://youtu.be/H_lSX-f_tdY
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