THE ESCAPE - dawn corrigan

THE ESCAPE

dawn corrigan

She wears a sparkly dress and you wear jeans and you go out to eat, prime rib and martinis, and afterward you return home and nurse each other, for now you're both ill, having eaten nothing for days before the big date. And this is how faith is retained, in one endless absorbing errand after another, no escape from lessons that must be stammered out except an occasional weekend in the country where, in a field packed down by decades of boredom, you do donuts in a blue pickup truck. You think something of her because she has thought something of you. On the drive home she says a kiss is still a kiss, it is what it is. She says nothing.




Dawn Corrigan
http://www.thenervousbreakdown.com/author/dcorrigan/
Love Is a Four-Letter Word
Michael Taeckens (editor)