The Unauthorized Biography of Rosco P. Coltrane

When it's my moment in the sun, I won't forget that I am blessed, but every hero walks alone, thinking of more things to confess

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Tuesday, August 08, 2006

How He Reacted

(Sometimes y'all just have to indulge my poetry joneses...)

His inbox beeped. And when he clicked over, he saw her name. How long had it been? A year, probably closer to two.

He read the subject line. BIG NEWS !!! His heart broke on the third exclamation! He opened the email even though he knew two things to be true: she was getting married and once again his heart would break.

He kept reading. He was a teenage in a bad horror movie, and they are all bad. Creeping upstairs only to be stabbed in the heart with a knife or a ring. The pictures were hardly visible through the tears that had appeared while the pictures were loading...

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His inbox beeped. And when he clicked over, he saw her name. How long had it been? A year, probably closer to two.

He smiled when he saw the email address. The smile turned into a laugh when he read the subject line. He knew she was finally settling down. In the pictures, her smile was more beautiful than the ring. She looked so happy, so excited.

The laughs kept going, for a minute or too, until he pressed the save button and the images disappeared somewhere on the hard drive...

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His inbox beeped. And when he clicked over, he saw her name. How long had it been? A year, probably closer to two.

He was beet red. Just staring at the subject line. The pictures popped open. All he could do was stare at the monitor. Simply enraged over a couple of pictures. He screamed because he wanted to be hoarse, he wanted to lose the voice that had said so many things to her. He could feel his blood circulating and all his blood seemed to be rushing from his heart to his fist. He wanted something, someone to hit. All he found was a door...

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His inbox beeped. And when he clicked over, he saw her name. How long had it been? A year, probably closer to two.

He immediately pressed the delete button when he saw the email address. He went about his work, and forgot. And went on about his day. Too many calls had to be made, too many decisons had to be made. A lot of meetings still left in the day...

1 Comments:

Blogger The Popular Stranger said...

Is this like a choose your own adventure book. Fun!

7:10 AM  

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