Shorter Stories from The Avocado Grove - Working Title Pink and Short Part II
My playlist is a mix of pop country tunes. You don’t seem to mind. I pretend various stages of bored, looking
down at my shoes or watching the door. I
understand the living room is back. And
we aren’t teenagers. I tell you about
the fairways in Dhubai. “A reward, for
being a top seller.”
“I’m having a party, lipsticks, eye shadow palettes, shoes.”
“Shoes?”
“I’ve never been any place fancy like, what did you call it,
Abu…”
“Dhubai.” And I fill
in the rest – what you don’t say about the girl stuff you never end up
selling. And in a way, you act like a
cheerleader – the audience I don’t have, and I tell you all about the ways to
market the make-up and shoes in your living room collecting all that dust.
“Rumor has it you’ve got three tickets in your pocket for
this dance.”
It isn’t you that asks.
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