by Doug Paul Case
Sometimes I like to think about what he’d do if I killed myself. I picture him lying naked on his bedroom floor, clutching the Polaroid he took of me in Miami. It was hot the night he took it. I never imagine him crying. He’d move on, but he’d never find what we had. We were a one-shot deal.
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Doug Paul Case studies writing, literature, and publishing at Emerson College. Sometimes he remembers to blog here.
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Death: Thought No. Four
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5 comments:
that one shot deal is so rare...
Jeanette Cheezum
This is haunting. Good 6.
reminds us what we want, and perhaps, one time had.
What a perfect "I'll show him!" fantasy scenario this is! Very satisfying.
His loss, your gain, Doug.
Awesome.
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