[bloody kisses]: 558.Contest Entries.Five Words - May '07

The rain collects at my feet, a puddle saturating my toes, heels, and the balls of my feet, all the way to my ankles, as I sit here and watch, stare at the air down the street. I stare after the old, beaten blue paint peeling Chevy Silverado that was once in the drive way, and has made its way away from home. Every now and again I can feel myself snort, at that last statement. The very last statement that he said. He, I don’t even know who He is! Some abusive jerk who enjoyed high-tech gadgets! And strip clubs, and hookers, and ditsy 18 year old girls who threw themselves at him, calling him names like “Sugar” and “Baby.” So what if I wasn’t some dot on the map for him? Not even a mark on there for our little daughter! Maybe I will marry a lesbian, as his last statement echoed at me to do so.