Rolling My Eyes

Edward Julian Watson loved Sunshine Travel . That was the name he had choosen for his new shop. He loved to say the name out loud. He would say it over and over again to would-be vacationers. And would he say it to himself in the mirror all the time. There was really no one else to talk to. So it is a very good thing Edward Julian Watson loved his business. It was evening on Friday and Amy was not caring for much. When she paid for her things at the pharmacy checkout, a little red sign told her the candy bars were on sale. Two for a dollar. So, she figured she could short the cable bill five dollars that month and she bought herself some right away. She sat down on the bench, just outside the store. She ate a Snickers bar first. "That's a lot of candy bars," Edward Julian Watson said out loud, as he walked out the pharmacy doors, but more to himself about his own bag of goodies. Amy thought otherwise. "Do you want one?" she offered. And later he asked...

Suzy walked down the hallways, books and files clutched firmly against her chest. She caught herself clenching her teeth. She hadn’t managed much sleep the previous night. She wondered how Tommy’s exam went. She wondered if he had went through her binder. She wondered if he had looked at chapter 4. She wondered if he had looked at her handwritten notes, especially the ones written below the algebraic formulae table. “Fuck,” she thought, as she recalled for the thousandth time the intricate heart-crossed figures with Tommy’s and Suzy’s names in it... ~by vinny~ Suzy felt like an idiot... But Suzy was no idiot. Tommy knew that. For a fact. He knew damn well he had passed his test and it was only because of her. He even admitted it right on his test. He answered the essay question with their dialogue. Suzy was the smartest girl Tommy had ever known. He had seen the pretty little hearts and his name always written in bold, with her black pen. And Tommy loved Suzy too. He sat on his bed ...

Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. And man, she wished she had a joint right then. But she had rolled up all the roaches for Tommy earlier. Minnie could feel her heart starting to race again, she felt like she was going to puke again. She raised her hand to cover her mouth. But it smelled of river water and rotting wet leaves. She could not stand the smell of the summertime creek stained to her hands. And Minnie puked again. And Minnie swallowed it again. Her eyes burned worse than her throat. She did not let a drop out of anything out. What if they could use her vomit to figure out she was there? Through DNA or something? That thought would rise up much higher in her throat and it was strong enough to make her swallow. But not strong enough to make her leave the park. She knew a joint would give her the courage. She just walked in circles. Until she saw him. He was there. Sitting with his head propped up against the seat of a bench and sleeping...