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T-Shirt

by Quin

He gave me the t-shirt, still damp from his body, wearing his scent, it was to tide me over until we saw each other again, he said. Letters filled with promises of phone calls that never materialized and the phrase "no time just now" answered my notes that fluctuated between chatty gossip and words of longing, and finally an admission of love, an admission met with a brief response, "you've put a burden on my shoulders." The t-shirt was washed, and became wrapped in my scent, covering the gaping hole in my being, an enormous wound that caused me to stop in the middle of the street, struggling to catch my breath, my bearing. Small steps taken, and a new lover, one I didn't think would be more than a breathing version of the shirt, one taken to ease the pain, rose from my bed and casually pulled it on, having left his fingerprints on my skin, proudly wearing mine on his own. Although physically it dwarfed him, I realized it was far too small for him after he turned to me, kissed me and asked what did I need, what did I want, and I knew his scent was the one that should be the one in the air around me. The man and his t-shirt are both in closets now of different kinds; both of them are dusty, sad, locked away, and longing for the sound of my laughter, the feel of my skin, the security of my love.

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Quin isn't the real name. But, it'll do. Born and raised in New Orleans; that place will always be home. Time spent in Denver and Utah, where theater became a passion. Children are loved always; a terrier travels New York City with her; life is still to be discovered in many ways. She is the author of Love Letters.

8 comments:

ellen said...

A good washing and it'll be like brand new.

Quin said...

ellen~i clicked on your name, as i do on all people who take the time to write here. there are those who comment and there are trolls. how much to you charge to go over your little bridge?

Rod Drake said...

Nicely written, flows very well; I like how you gently coupled your theme with the realistic actions of the main character as she sorts out her life out. Good read.

Quin said...

thank you for the comment, rod. it is appreciated.

Anonymous said...

I really like the rhythm of this one...beautiful what you've done in six sentences :-) I once feared I, too, was a sorceress who went to bed with men and woke up with shirts ;-)

~Shaindel

margery said...

Ooh, ooh, I was about to come on and write "nice flow" but rod drake wrote it!

Shaindel - nice flow too!

Quin said...

thanks again, everyone, for taking the time to read the piece.

Sean said...

i've given the t-shirt and meant the promises that went with it, but to the wrong person. i wish i could have them back.