The Only Witness

by xtx

I drove past the spot where I used to meet him during my lunch hour. I drive past and next to me is the man who never knew I met a man during my lunch hour. It makes me feel: bad, guilty, stupid. I remember the parking space between our cars. It had an oil spot that was shaped like a koala bear. The only witness.


xtx lives, loves, and languishes in Southern California. She has already broken all of her new year's resolutions and she thinks the third Pirates of the Caribbean movie was shit. Feel free to visit her blog.