Winners [predator challenge]
The lights in your house are pleasant; warm, but not overpowering. Safe. They look like home from the harsh reality of a cold night spent peering into your living room.
It could be my home, too.
You said you would call.
I remember when we met. A sparkly headband and the ambitious flash of my pearly whites told you that I was interested. So, so interested. You practically had winner painted on your forehead. I’m a winner. Everybody loves a winner.
I wrote my number on a napkin. Tucked it in your pocket. “Don’t forget me!” You half-smiled. Nerves.
Four days and two hours later, I watch you sit down at the piano. Write me a love song.
You crack your knuckles. I crack mine in response. Lean over the keys. I lean forward in anticipation. You are just beginning to play, and oh, so am I. We have so much in common.
People have been saying things about us. Wondering who I am. Why I won’t leave you alone. They just don’t get it. What we have. But don’t worry…
I always win.