By the Time I Get to Arizona #amwriting

And off we go. Today is “A”. Just to refresh your memory (and mine ๐Ÿ˜‰ ) I indicated that I would be doing a flash fiction story with no more than 200 words in a location beginning with letters A to Z. Today it’s Arizona!

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It was 10 am. The temperature was already 100. You and I sat in the backseat of the rental with the guys in the front. You popped the top on a can of Miller and offered it to me. Everything in my world said โ€œnoโ€ but I was trying to be your friend because I was crazy in love with your brother. So, I sipped.

Breakfast would be the next stop. Huevos Rancheros with salsa verde and refried black beans in a greasy spoon where men wore cowboy boots and glared at your tattooed, dark-skinned boyfriend.

REM played on the car stereo. โ€œThis one goes out to the one I love.โ€

This is a memory from another lifetime. In my head, I can still hear your chortle. In my head, the pool we frolicked in is replaced by the tub you died in.

Thereโ€™s a picture of the four of us, the Grand Canyon the backdrop. The huge empty space gaping wide. Our smiles so innocent. I hear a giggle swept away by the desert wind. โ€œThis one goes out to the one I left behind.โ€


end 4/1/2018

Sascha Darlington

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