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                                       Writer: Rosewater 

  
greatly inspired by Todd Lewis' "Tyler"  

Every day at 12:03 P.M., she walks out of the Overton Bank  
and Trust building, down Thockmorten, and enters the Coffee  
Haus for a croissant and espresso.  I sit across the street  
in the Miami Subs restaurant, reading the horoscope from  
the Fort Worth Star Telegram, drinking Folgers.  I always  
sit in the booth closest to the front window;  it gives me  
a better view of the street, and a chance to see her stride  
gracefully across the pavement.  There are others all  
around her, but when she smiles, she is alone, special, and  
my stomach turns with envy, my heart beats faster, the  
clocks on the wall stop, everything inside me says "Let's  
go,"...  
  
In the sanctity of my own apartment, my mind wanders, and  
it thinks of the perfect things to say, the eternally suave  
moves I will make in order to win her affection, how  
perfect our life together could be.  Our life together.  I  
like the way those words roll out of my mouth, the way my  
tongue tickles the roof of my mouth when I pronounce them  
together.  When we're finally together, things will be a  
lot better.  I'm pretty sure of that.  Maybe birds will  
sing like they do in the movies.  It sure won't be like the  
last time.  
  
The manager of the Miami Subs shop recognizes me now, since  
I've been into his store everyday for the past six months,  
without ever buying anything save for coffee and a  
newspaper.  I'm surprised he doesn't kick me out of the  
place when all I can say to him is "Have you ever been in  
love?".    
  
He's just a nice person, I guess.  
  
Thursday at 5:15 P.M., she walks out of the Overton Bank  
and Trust building, across Thockmorten and into the bank  
parking lot.  At the same time, I leave the Miami Subs  
shop, walk across Thockmorten towards Sundance Square.  The  
engine of her 1993 Mazda 323 starts, she buckles her seat  
belt, and leaves for home. I get inside my Geo Metro and  
follow her.  
  
Let's go.  
  
Driving down the road, my feelings swallow me;  I see her  
smile in the rearview mirror, in the speedometer,  
everywhere.  After all this time, tonight's the night.  She  
cannot ignore me any more.   
  
Let's go.  
  
In the backyard of her house is a window opening into the  
kitchen, and I let myself inside.  Now that I am finally  
here, it's hard to believe.  She's right down the hall,  
lying in that bed.  I can feel her warm hands, her soft  
lips.  Nervous, I trip a little in a hallway, in front of  
her door, and the noise catches her attention.  She calls  
out into the darkness, and her voice shakes.  Hearing her  
makes me tremble in ecstasy, and my desire for her is let  
loose over my entire body.  I look into her bedroom and see  
her curling up with her blankets, shaking, terrified, with  
the receiver in her hands.  I press my body against the  
door.  She screams.  
  
"I will be with her tonight." 
  

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