The Alternatives

Created with Adobe Spark Break Up: The beginning  Melissa dumped me today. So, obviously I threw a fucking fit and now I won’t ever see her again, not after what happened today. I don’t really know what the fuck I can do now.  I haven’t really come to terms that the one person I wanted to wilt and die with no longer feels the same. I can barely function. All day long, it feels as if I’ve been repeating the same actions over and over again. I head down the hall of my townhome, sit down in the dining room table, then get back up and head back down the hall to see if I had forgotten my phone in the den. I hadn’t, since it’s in my hand the whole time, but it didn’t keep me from getting up a second time. I also have come to the realization that maybe, now that she’s gone, these are actions that were once automatic and now, I am very well aware of them. Somehow, this all feels, like a new experience, but I can’t help fighting with the facts – we were together for so ...

A leaf falling from a Live Oak nearby gently wakes me up. I wake up in the middle of the street with no recollection of the night before. I quickly get up, fearing a car would speed by and trample me. But as I move, I realize that fear is ludicrous. There are no cars, except those parked in their driveways. The breeze blows softly. And yet this town today so silent it seems the wind is making a commotion. It’s a bit nerve wrecking, really. The streets are clean and kept; not an ounce of debris scattered. I make my way down the empty sidewalks, looking at the houses. They sit there, perfectly still and untouched. They all look the same when they are life less. Where did all the neighbors go? It all feels out of place. Why are there no children running around? Where are the cars that drive down the roads? They must feel empty knowing they won’t be used today, except for a wandering pedestrian who is losing her mind. I look up and even the skies are barren. No clouds to cover...