BREAKING AWAY

BREAKING AWAY

I say I saw our future together. It was charred. His speech was
electronically charged. Did he hear my plea? My memory is cascading. The new
wounds kept forming where the old ones flaked. That was the problem with
him, you understand. Nothing much was wrong with him. Nothing much except his
vision of the world; monochrome. And his monologues. The white was white. The
black was black.

So I walked away! To the adjacent . Still the folks called me
Shirley Valentine.

I am happy with my new man. The future is bright; not charred.
Said the grandmother.