yeah

Have you ever walked down the street, staring pointlessly at the nearly-melting tar road, hoping and praying that a big, freakish bolt of lightening would just strike you, singeing you to the bone, just so you don’t have to walk another step or live another minute of this crappy existence you call a life?

Yeah.

Everyday VII

Every morning he woke up wanting to be with her. Every thought of hers he wanted to know. Every word she spoke had to be addressed to him. Every second she was away from him seemed a blank, airless void. Everyday he wanted her to be completely his. Everyday.

And then one day, he didn’t.

Everyday VI

He sat down at her table. Uninvited! He talked. She politely didn’t listen. She looked over his shoulder at the dollar exchangers. Were they disappointed too? She wanted to interrupt. Give me back the hope of everyday, she wanted to say. Be like I imagined you. I have my standards.

I can’t help a soprano.

Everyday V

Faintly amused, she looked at him stride towards her.

She knew the routine.
Last minute loss of confidence, an unnecessary trip to the bar, the dollar being exchanged. Everyday.

So she was startled at “You are Jesse’s friend?”
“Yes”.
“Can you help me find her?”
She slumped back..

They didn’t exchange the dollar that day.

Everyday IV

Disappointment flickered on her face for an instant, as she lost momentary control.

You cannot...

She relaxed. She couldn't expect more.

She nodded at the men exchanging the dollar. She saw them too. Everyday.

She liked the tranquility here. The silence of glances. Let it be. She wondered how he thought.

Sigh...Let it be.

Everyday III

They watched him nervously clutching his cup, stealing glances at her. Seemingly oblivious to his attention, she puffed away elegantly. Then as he walked towards her she stiffened but relaxed as he walked past. A look of disappointment flickered on her face for an instance.

“ Damn! The coward!”
They exchanged the dollar. Everyday.

Everyday II

Window shades twitched close. The signal for her to go home. She languidly uncrossed her legs, gracefully interred the cigarette. Her curtain call. It was pathetic but she had nobody else. A stranger who watched her everyday her only tie to existence. Reason for the solitary lipstick marooned on her dresser. Loneliness has no mercy

Every day: I [Chain 55]

This is a Chain 55. Feel free to add to it.


She came here. Every day.
Elegance and perfection.
Always the same red chair, always the same black coffee.
Two cubes of sugar, a dash of cream, no milk please.
She crossed her legs, just so, an impeccably composed image.
Three sips till she sparked the cigarette and languidly puffed away.

He watched her. Every day.