Man Up

Man Up

I’ve had it with the arguments, where she turns it around that I’m always wrong. I’ve walked out before, even made it to the subway platform. But I stood there like a dummy and I let two trains go by. A transit cop gave me the fish-eye, so I scurried back to the apartment.

She was waiting in the hallway. “How far did you get this time, Lame Ass?”

Bitch.

First time I walked out, I got to the corner. The light was red and I felt so childish, like a kid running away from home who wasn’t allowed to cross the street.

It took three more walk-outs, getting closer to the station each time before I figured why I failed at leaving. I was afraid of being alone!. Then I took a self-help course and the Guru said the magic words. “It’s better to be alone than poorly accompanied.”

Soon now, the first step is accomplished; I’m getting on a train!

Faster to take a cab to the airport, I guess, but I’ve got time. With the AC turned way down, the neighbors won’t smell her body for a couple of days.

 – End –

 

(Booksie Fast Fiction contest – 200 words)