A Strange Morning
1978
Ennis just stood staring at his feet. It felt like that fall a couple of years ago. He hated it when they had a fight. He felt the pain in his gut, twisting and pulling deep down inside him.
He barely even knew what this was about. He said something, something about that night in the bar. As he told the story, Jack got quieter and quieter, and then Jack barely said anything at all.
Ennis kept asking him, “you alright?”, it was not like Jack at all to get so quiet. Finally that morning he just drove away, said “see ya”, and the truck rolled away.
Ennis had no idea what it was all about. Just told Jack of that night, in the bar, but he didn’t understand what just had happened. He was standing there staring at his feet, he didn’t even hear the truck.
Suddenly there was a hand around his waist.
“Friend, I just ain’t going to leave like that time, ain’t going to be like that again.”
Ennis felt Jack’s warm breath on his neck, felt the other hand, going lower, where he liked it so.
It didn’t matter that the leaves were brown, sure wasn’t going to be like that other autumn, not this time.
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