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I Love to Speak Her Name

Brian Looney

    I had a dream about “the one that got away.” I hadn’t seen her in quite some time. But there we were, parked across from one another on the cafe sidewalk. One of those European tables, intimate and small, two chairs only. I half expected to be serenaded by a moustachioed Italian. In my dream of romance.

    We sipped pints of beer as the rain came down and flooded the quiet side street, shielded by a canopy, warmed by mutual affection. I sat with her, swelled by happiness. I was in love.

    I could see that she was nervous; for once was she was drunker than me. Her agitation gave me confidence. Her true feelings became clear. She wanted to be there, with me. She wanted to be there, with me. Then appeared a most candid and disarming smile—through no effort on my part. She began to relax.

    She talked with her hands. The more she drank, the more she gestured. Until an unfortunate gesture gave flight to her glass. To the pavement it fell, shattering explosively. Glass like shrapnel, and I could hear the beer fizz and hiss. Red she turned, and shakily gathered the pieces. She gashed her hand on one of the shards.

    Up she rose and fled from me. Across the street and into the Safeway, hopping over streams of gutter water, quicker than a blink. I gave chase, stepping through streams of gutter water, sluggish but concerned. I scanned the aisles, eerily vacant in the dusk. I knocked on the bathroom door, speaking her name. I love to speak her name.

    I entered the restroom.
    She was nowhere to be found.



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