Consolation Prize

Eli and I sat a hotel courtyard,
not in tears or affection.

"I signed them," he spoke softly.

I felt elated but I knew better then to speak ill about her.

"I'm sorry?"
His eyebrows drew tightly together.
"I'm not sorry?" at this point every answer was incorrect, "We don't have to hide anymore I suppose."

"This isn't a game show."

"And I'm not a consolation prize!" I gave up on sympathy; didn't seem to work real well with Eli anyways.

He frowned at me.

I guess I'd always hoped when the two of them finally split there would be fireworks or at least  smile.

There was neither,
instead I drove to Blank'N Ship's pub to stop in for a man's drink,
"What'll you have son?"

"A Jack and Coke," three drinks and a swipe of a Visa later; I signed my bar tab,

"Ezra Rene Green"

Reviews

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

Wow. You really brought an angle to light that we dont see very often. I loved the part where she "knew not to speak ill of *her". You have intense emotions running rampid all over the place.