From Across the Border
It’s like Al Pacino said in The Godfather and George Costanza said in an episode of “Seinfeld”, “Every time I think I’m out, they pull me back in.”
I was minding my own business. I was helping a friend shop. I saw a familiar face from work and I talked to him and then you talked through him. You sent a greeting from the other side of the frozen border, just like that out of the grey of the incoming winter. I thought you were gone, but there you go talking to me through someone else just when I’d moved on and forgotten about you. How dare you? Either stay or go, but don’t send greetings from far away. It’s too weird, and too hard.
You’re a character in my NaNoWriMo novel just because I couldn’t not put you in. I thought that’s how I was going to deal with you, but then the real person speaks through the miles and the many, many months and suddenly, it’s all happening again.
November 22nd, 2008 | Category: Life
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