there's always a trapdoor under a cheap rug somewhere. and the lights get too hot.
one of the differences is, sometimes the curtains are open. and sometimes they are not.
"you are forever using the semicolon more than any writer i know. sprinkling it in over your words like different colored empty caloried INDULGENT punctuation."
i cringe. you're spitting the longest vocabulary words at me now. you've got your glasses on tonight so i can't stop just, staring. at you.
and then you look up.
a questioned mark. past tense, since you're gone presently.
it's when you're like this that i want to be near you the most, and challenging me with your dominant intellect, and your god damn glasses. i shuffle a little in a pair of bare feet and remind myself that this is everything i'd asked for.
the perfect portrait of a four faced marriage.
the writer; the wife.
the husband. the actor.
sometimes well all of this extra aggression, the kind i wrote into the script while licking my lips and squinting a little.
it overwhelms us.
it's effortless to get caught up, swirling like dirty cold water around a clean bathtub drain.
there's always a prop bathtub in the back; it's porcelain with claw feet, but there's wheels on the inside. easily removable. roll away'able.
it's getting to be difficult, to play this part and write this story.
the truth is, i never know what will happen till you do.
"The Spontaneous Novel!" written by every extra in the book.
Lindsey M. Brummerhop is a full time waitress and night time author from Seabrook, Texas. Flash fiction, short fiction and arbitrary poetic journal-like musings make up most of her work. Her first piece, "Or Snake Charming", was published by BackHand Stories in September of 2010. Since then she's been published extensively in the literary magazine, Squawk Back. (facebook.com/wbylmb.)