Friday, March 09, 2007

Loose ends

Created from a prompt for a writing exercise.

I’m not sure I knew I was setting out on an important journey. Those words laying the groundwork for our next adventure. If I wasn’t sure, and you weren’t sure—although you would’ve never admitted that before—then the world just became a much more interesting place.

How could we be unsure, when we were the ones who had crafted this intelligent design? This clever machination made simple and functioning on the basic principle that if you didn’t tell my secrets and I didn’t tell yours, they’d be none the wiser.

Now you weren’t sure the secret was only ours. He might know what we didn’t tell your family. If he knew. If—that damnable tormenting possibility. If he knew, what hadn’t he said anything? Was he protecting you? Protecting me? Protecting the ghost we were remnants of?

That was why he’d kept us apart, wasn’t it? With fifteen years of silence and the ocean between us. So we wouldn’t learn his secret. So we didn’t know he knew that we knew that he knew. As if his knowing could somehow lessen our burden. As if we could all pretend there wasn’t a bloody body in the room with us—a corpse that moved from home to home and rode about in the trunk of our cars.

If he knew—even if he didn’t—maybe it was time someone else did. After all, it was at least partially his fault. He’s the one who told you to do it. Now we were going to have to do something about him.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Sometimes I read it and think two high school girls. Other times I read it and I think two illicit lovers - young.