The Sexy Bastard

The emergency exit and I have become friends. He and I talk for hours on end. We speak of the simple things; the simple times. The “x” twinkled from the lights outside as we pass them by. He nods and grins respectfully. Another passenger with headphones in stares at us. Me and the emergency exit agree it’s jealousy. We both agree no one else matters except me and him. A fire¬†breaks out; I go through.

 

©Ramon Sturdivant

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