Sunday, 29 July 2007

71: cloud

I don’t understand, says Carol.

I’m breaking up with you, I say.

But you already broke up with me, says Carol.

I’m breaking up with you again, I say. To make sure.

Carol doesn’t say anything.

She doesn’t move or blink or sip her tea.

I’ve met someone else, I say. I’m going round to her house for dinner.

Carol still doesn’t say anything.

She has gone behind a cloud.

How’s your knee doing these days? I say.


1 comment:

Brian said...

this has to be the greatest scene in written history. my joy for this secene cannot be expressed as such and I feel that I might have to do so via interprative dance or experamental stage acting. I have yet to decide, but when I do, watch out.