It was a testament to her own instability that a smile on a dog could conjure her tears. It was the naked simplicity of its apparent joy that really got to her. If only life could be so simple, she thought.
Fumbling for his lost keys, his hand swept wide, falling upon something unfamiliar. Upon retrieving the object, he realized, to his dismay, that it was a condom. Like a swift kick in the testicles, the tiny piece of latex rendered him impotent for the rest of the week. It certainly hadn’t been his.
She thought of him that day while sitting at the stoplight. It was only then, in her idle moments, now, that he would drift back to haunt her, forcing her to imagine what could have been, had only the timing been different. She wondered if he was doing the same. He wasn’t. The light turned green, and she drove on, blinking him away.
The dappled sunlight cascaded over her in short little bursts, the warmth a welcome contrast to the damp cold of the forest air. She didn’t know why she’d come all the way out here. She had just started walking. Alone, probably miles from her original destination, she looked up through the thick blanket of trees and wondered if anyone would notice she was gone.
A fucking dollar. Her soul, her dignity, her innocence, gone. For a dollar. Swallowing hard, she pushed away her dark thoughts and smiled brightly at the man. He’d never even know her real name.
Tears were not something he had ever wished for, but at this moment, nothing else seemed as quenching.
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