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<\/h2>\n<\/h2>\nby T. E. Cowell<\/p>\n
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She said, \u201cThis is crazy.\u201d She looked at me. \u201cIsn\u2019t this crazy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shrugged. I thought that, sure, maybe it was a little crazy. But I thought it was exciting, too. Crazy or not, I thought it might be crazier if we parted ways and never saw each other again. I was about to say something to this effect when she said, \u201cI mean, we don\u2019t even know each other. I know nothing about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know a few things,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
I could tell she was thinking then, remembering.<\/p>\n
We\u2019d met in a bar the night before. We\u2019d enjoyed each other\u2019s company enough to have a few drinks together. After the drinks I followed her back to her apartment. We had a good time, and I ended up staying the night. In the morning I made breakfast, an egg scramble for both of us.<\/p>\n
Now we were in her car in her apartment\u2019s parking lot. She was debating driving me to the bus station, and I was thinking about where I wanted to go next, which city, but I couldn\u2019t make up my mind. I felt I could use a break from traveling, and felt weary at the thought of continuing on with this vagabond lifestyle. I\u2019d been living this way for almost a year now, and it was starting to affect me. The idea of settling down somewhere, of finding an apartment and a girlfriend, a job, of getting into an agreeable routine, didn\u2019t seem like such a bad idea to me now.<\/p>\n
I wanted to stay with this young woman and see how things went. But I couldn\u2019t tell her this; somehow it just didn\u2019t seem right. It was her life I\u2019d be barging in on, not the other way around. Still, I knew I\u2019d miss her if she left me, knew it\u2019d hurt if she drove me to the bus station and we said sayonara and never saw each other again.<\/p>\n
She was about to start the engine, to turn the key. Her hand was on the key. I didn\u2019t think I could take much more of this.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t,\u201d I said. \u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her and she looked at me. Neither of us looked away from each other for quite a long time.<\/p>\n
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T. E. Cowell lives in Washington state. When not working or writing, he enjoys playing some intense ping-pong with his girlfriend. His fiction’s been published here and there. This particular story, in slightly different form, first appeared in Across the Margin.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
She said, \u201cThis is crazy.\u201d She looked at me. \u201cIsn\u2019t this crazy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shrugged. I thought that, sure, maybe it was a little crazy. But I thought it was exciting, too. Crazy or not, I thought it might be crazier if we parted ways and never saw each other again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3143,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"om_disable_all_campaigns":false,"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[273],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3142","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-short-short"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t