the house as he walked through
the door. He set his bag on the couch
and went straight to the kitchen.
His parents went to visit his Aunt
because she was ill. They didn't want
him to miss mid-terms that day,
him to miss mid-terms that day,
so they decided to leave him alone
for the weekend. He grabbed a cold
soda from the fridge and stood
at the front door. The neighborhood
was silent but for the passing wind.
The lights of dinner-time filled
the windows of the neighbors across
the street. Sweet coolness bubbled
past his lips, pooled in his stomach.
Stars were fading into view
as the canvas changed with the ease
of a chameleon. Sandy said she'd
call when she was ready to come
over. His bed was made, she said
she'd bring something for them
to drink. The headlights of a car
appeared in the distance
and moved closer. As the car began
to pass the house, the phone
started ringing. He raced for it
and grabbed it before the machine
picked up. Her voice was clear,
I'll be there in fifteen minutes.
He could hear her smile. Ok,
he said, and went to change.
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