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Glass and Time in the City
by Pout
On the corner of her nightstand, there's a pitcher of water. The pitcher is clear, clear glass, like frozen time made usable. On that night, in that city, in her room, on her nightstand there is a frame around a picture of her lover who holds her in his arms. The goldfish in the aquarium at the other end of the nightstand gazes through frozen time to stare at the lover-man and no one can tell that the fish is crying.
She's sitting at the window and she's staring at the sun. And she's waiting for that newer day to dawn, to push aside that old one, that one that she had dreaded but got through somehow. She's waiting for that newer day so she can wait for tomorrow. Not today, no, not today, because goodbye is like broken glass.
She feels herself melt away, like so much ice and snow. And freedom never seemed so nice, just nice, like that. Like melting glass.
So she's walking away, and she's going forward and she's left him behind with warm feelings, cool feelings; melted time, like butter in the pan, sliding into motion once again. She could be chasing a dream. She could be searching for another. But she's moving on, and it's the moving that melts it all.
The goldfish is crying, and its tears fill the bowl. The water splashes over and the room floods. And the pitcher has melted over, and the picture frame is broken, and the photo is wet, and the lover is blurred.
And she's walking away, with her jacket and her jeans and her melted time.
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