The Origins of Waiting
Erin McIntosh blue knuckle glass on a sunscreened porch and two pretty ladies perched out of doors at a picnic table off hyperion. the third one filled with a storm brewing inside like so much black coffee. she said let's make something out of this. a vacation week, sun- kissed and drunk in back alleys off apple vodka and lager. laughing before you leave to return home for telenovela reruns, crying a little because where has it all gone? all of your life up until today has vanished – and if none of this matters, what does? not the grapefruit and champagne, not the four hundred dollar sunglasses he gave her for nothing, not the love you missed out on or any of the things you almost did differently. goodbye to nighttime rituals, skipping shifts, gatherings in neighborhood houses in highland park. overnight, autumn. |
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About the Author: Erin McIntosh is a writer and actress currently living in Los Angeles. Her writing has appeared and is forthcoming in various journals including Two Serious Ladies, Noble / Gas Qtrly, Bone Bouquet, Lavender Review, Cleaver Magazine, Pine Hills Review, Hawai’i Review and Vending Machine Press. Visit her here.