Getting Rid of Stress

The cool night air plays with my hair as the breeze makes its way down the street. As I walk past the stores, I look into the windows as memories play out like movies beyond the glass. She would drag me in by the hand and pull out a dress that was pretty and try it on. She could make anything look beautiful. So in turn, I would have to buy it because how could I turn down something so beautiful? I shuffle along, my feet scraping against the pavement as children’s laughter fills the air as they chase the fireflies from the park about. The time I spent with her seemed so long ago, a time of happiness and love. Or so I thought, till the day I came home from work to find her going to town on Bruce, my best friend since childhood. It doesn’t surprise me how she didn’t hear the door close for how loud she was being, but when my bag hit the floor, I would have to admit it was amusing to see the look of fear on her face. Like she wasn’t embarrassed or surprised, but scared. I don’t speak a word, just gather up some clothes and things, and just walk out the door. Happiness disappeared with flash, almost a fleet of imagination now as I walk down this lonely street. Walking past the diner, I look through the window like all the others and see her rushing about, tending all of her tables as she worked late into the night. I smile, seeing her in that serious but friendly mode for work is so contrasting to how she was during our classes at college. We’ve been friends since we were little, Stacy having little affect on our friendship even though she didn’t like her cause she thought she had a crush on me and in her eyes, would fuck me on sight if given the chance. I chuckle at the irony as I grab the door handle and slide inside to wait by the door, waiting so her can notice me and sit me at one of her tables.

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