Saturday Night Sunday Morning

>  Hey you.
>> Hey.

I took a long drag and handed her my lighter over my head.

The flint struck twice and I heard her inhale sharply behind me and as I slid over to my left, she sat on the step above me. Her legs brushed my arm and it felt like forever.

She handed my lighter over my shoulder.

>  You’ve been out here a while – you cool?
>> Yeah. Just taking some air. Watching the sunrise.

She barely moved behind me. It’s not that she’s self-assured, but she just always seems to live in the moment, to be effortlessly in that ‘now’.

She barely moved but I could smell her there.

I stared at the little pile of ash I’d been dropping onto one of the leaves beside me. About four hours ago I’d been trying to smoke a cigarette all the way through without ashing so I could lay the whole thing down on it, like some weird funeral pyre. Like with everything, I’d gotten less ambitious over time and now I was just building a mound, waiting for the stem of the leaf to give. It hadn’t yet. But it was obvious to anyone that it would eventually.

She ashed through the stair-rail into the yard.

>  You’ve been out here ages. A few people have been out and in since I last saw you.
… You not really in the mood?
>> Not really. Didn’t fancy it really.

I rattled the packet and looked inside. Three left. I lit another.

The smoke on this one seemed lazy. Just seemed to hang around at chin level for a couple of seconds before drifting away from me.

I blew through the clustered smoke and watched it push away from the centre, and then watched the outer ring follow half-heartedly before just dissipating where it was.

>  How many of those you smoked out here?

I watched as some guy approached and then jogged past the front yard; hooded sweatshirt and nylon shorts, spaniel on a lead trotting beside him looking up sideways at him every few steps to make sure he was still there.

>  Did you want to talk about it?

She had leant in so her head was next to my shoulder. I could feel her breath on me, like a magnifying glass on the morning sunlight against my skin, the hairs on my neck purring to a flat, smooth surface.

I took another drag and kept looking ahead.

>> Not really. It’s not like it actually has anything to do with me anymore.

Her hand was playing with my hair at the nape of my neck. I hadn’t felt her start to do that. I was pretty sure she wasn’t allowed to do that but to be honest, I didn’t really know the rules.

>  Do you want to ask me anything?

The flush from the first floor toilet came rushing through the waste pipe against the outside wall. Someone was washing their hands and half-humming half-singing Three Little Birds. I smiled and without realising ‘this is my message to you-hoo-hoo’ slipped from my lips.

>> What would I ask you hunn?
I don’t really know what I’m supposed to ask you.

She crossed her legs at the ankle and one of the plant pots shifted a little. She crossed them toward me which is supposed to be some significant piece of body language but it wasn’t. Not this time.

>  I dunno. Who he is, how we met, what I think of him… you know, like a friend does.

The sound of her was painfully familiar. I wanted to bottle it and spray it on like a cologne. A protection. Against all of it.

>> So who is he? How did you meet?

She sighed and I could hear the smoke pouring from her mouth as she spoke and stubbed out her butt.

>  I hoped we weren’t gonna be like this D. I’m just trying to move on, you know?

She pulled her legs up out of my peripheral vision but I knew she was hugging them to her chest. I could hear the tears in her eyes. And I could feel them slipping down my cheek.

>> Me too hunn.
Me too.



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