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- Authors: Abby Jimenez
- Language: English
- Genre: Women’s Friendship Fiction
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Playlist: ♪ In the Mourning | Paramore
Do you want me to meet you at the cemetery, Sloan?”
Kristen was worried about me.
I shook my head at my car’s center console, where my phone sat on
speaker. “I’m fine. I’m going to the farmers’ market afterward,” I said,
hoping that would placate her.
My car idled at the red light next to a sidewalk lined with worn-out
businesses and thirsty, drought-resistant oaks that looked like the lack of
rain had finally broken their spirit. I baked in the blazing sun. My open
sunroof had broken over Easter weekend a few weeks ago and I’d never
fixed it, part of my time-honored tradition of not repairing things in my
crappy car.
“The farmers’ market? Are you going to cook?” Kristen’s voice lit up
with hope.
“No. A salad maybe,” I said as the light turned green. I didn’t cook
anymore. Everyone knew that.
I didn’t do a lot of things anymore.
“Oh. Well, do you want me to come over later?” she asked. “I’ll bring
cookie dough and liquor.”
“No. I’ll be— Oh my God!” A furry, copper-colored blur darted into the
road, and I slammed on the brakes. My phone became a projectile into the
dash and my purse dumped over the passenger seat, spilling tampons and
single-serve flavored creamers.
“Sloan! What happened?”
I clutched the wheel, my heart pounding. “Kristen, I gotta go. I…I think
I just killed a dog.” I hit the End Call button and unbuckled myself, threw
the car in park, and put a trembling hand on the door to wait for a break in
traffic to get out.
Please let it have been quick and painless. Please.
This would destroy me. This was just what it would take. The limp body
of somebody’s poor pet under the tires of my shitty car on this particular
cursed day, and what little joy I had left would just pop out and float off.
I hate my life.
My throat tightened. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry today. I
promised…
Barking.
A floppy-eared dog head popped up over my bumper, sniffing the air. I
barely had time to process that this animal was still alive before it leapt up
onto the hood. He yapped at me through the glass and then grabbed my
windshield wiper and started tugging on it.
“What the…” I tilted my head, actually laughing a little. The muscles
involved felt weak from disuse, and for a heartbeat, just a flicker of a
moment, I forgot what today was.
I forgot I was on my way to visit a grave.
My cell phone pinged with a quick succession of texts. Probably Kristen,
losing her shit.
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