Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Dave

Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:30 a.m.

He looked like the type of guy who’d host a wilderness survival TV show but sleep in hotels due to fear of snakes. Or at least that’s what Dave’s ex told him the other day when she came to collect her hiking shoes. The break-up had been amiable, so Jenny said this in a jovial manner; nevertheless, it hurt Dave’s feelings. Had he not been manly enough? Had he not faced the outdoors with all the heart and spirit of the first pioneers? Sure, he had asthma, so their rock-climbing trip hadn’t gone as planned. And his allergies had acted up whenever they went camping. But he’d still done all those things, willingly, despite his physical impediments. For Jenny.

He loved to watch her strip naked and jump into glassy lakes. He loved the way her collarbones looked by firelight.

I seriously cannot believe this is the first time I tried to name someone "Dave." Normal names ahoy.

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