flash fiction from september 8, 2016 

sitting against the car door my legs criss cross applesauce in front of me. sitting like this reminds me of the little carpet squares we used to sit on in sunday school. she is in the seat next to me, her black lipstick slightly smudged at the bottom her eyes are fixated at anything she can look at outside. i want to grow old with you i think

some new age power ballad plays over the radio the driver is falling asleep and the passenger seat is fading away. the silhouette of her nose her lips her chin against the ever changing glow of the city is intoxicating.

i want you to fill in my empty spaces.

we drive under a neon sign and for a few seconds she is the same red color that i always imagined hell would be. her eyes fill up black and blood flows from them freely


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