“Distant, tired, but holding her hand” by Sasha at 49th Parallel


Wednesday, September 9, 2015 at http://49thcoffee.com/
12:33pm
5 minutes
http://lennyletter.com/lena-dunham-first-short-story/

Jenny hands me the list of what everyone wants and I give it a glance. I don’t want too appear to unfamiliar with my purchases. I don’t want to set off any alarm bells. I’ve done bought booze for everyone before, with my sister’s old drivers license, so I shouldn’t be nervous, but I am, and when I’m nervous I blush and when I blush I stammer and when I stammer I sweat. I’m doing all of these things when I get inside and the bell on the door goes.

What the fuck? Nelson works here? Damn shit mutha –

“Hey Sadie.”
“Hey Nelson.”
I put the id in the back pocket of my cut-offs.
“What’s up? How was the rest of your summer?”
“It was good. Nothing that exciting.”
“I ran into your brother at the skate park. He said that your grandpa died.”
“I wouldn’t classify that as exciting and I wouldn’t just share that in a moment of aw aw awkward small talk with – …”
“Pardon?”
“You gave me fucking chlamydia!”
“Excuse me?”
“Chlamydia… You gave it to me.”
“Not possible.”
“Yes.”
“I get tested every three months!”
“You gave it to me.”
“Are you… sure?”
“YES, I’m sure! I, unlike you, keep very diligent track of whose penis I put inside me.”
I’m crying then, all of a sudden, like a snowstorm in October.