Lightning.
One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand, four -
Thunder.
Storms getting closer. Three, four miles.
I loved you Julia. Your wild eyes, your hot mouth and your dirty mind. I gave you everything. You took it greedily. All I wanted was for you to keep taking all that I could give and I would have been happy. Everything changed when Sean arrived. You made such a perfect couple. It was fate, you said.
Perhaps.
Lightning.
One one-thousand, two-
Thunder.
Much closer, just a mile or so.
I can feel the wind getting stronger, colder.
You can’t leave me, I said.
I already have, you said.
Perhaps.
Lightning.
One.
Thunder.
The storm is here and as I look down at the freshly dug earth, I wonder if it will rain. Rain will wash away my footprints, but may reveal that mouth, now quite cold, one more time.
Lightning.
Thunder.
The wind practically a gale.
I start walking toward town.
Toward Sean.
Thunder.