Ha Ha Ha
My girlfriend kept working while I was laid off and then on and on
after. I acted brave like I enjoyed walking barefoot around our
apartment as the sun rose and filled the place with heat and Marta
indulged me. Everything became a joke to her, ha ha ha. Enjoy your hard
day of eating Cocoa Puffs, she'd say. Ha ha ha.
Ha ha ha, I'd say, but then after a while the words started to sound
funny. I started wondering if I'd really said them or if I'd said
something awful. She'd smile and kiss my jaw and go out the door and
I'd walk around the kitchen in a square, feeling the tiles move under
my toes, then watch her in the parking lot, wondering if I'd just asked
her to aim for a garbage truck as she pulled out onto Burroway.
And then it got so that I was sure I was saying those things to her but
she was ignoring me, not because she felt hurt but because it didn't
matter what I said. I was someone in underwear and a T-shirt that
smelled like cheese, eating dry toast while she straightened her hair.
I listened close to myself for a few mornings while she went through
her routine, making her sandwich and taking her little can of vegetable
juice, but I really couldn’t tell. So I decided to test it
"What?' she said, when I'd said it.
"You heard me," I said. "Just like you hear me every morning.
"What does that mean?"
"I'd think you'd know by now," I said.
She left. She was red-faced and in a rush, like we hadn't gone through
this every morning for the past few months. She was in such a hurry
that she forgot her can of juice, and I opened the thing up and slurped
while I watched her fumble for her keys out in the parking lot.
Tim Dicks has had stories in recent postings of PANK and Necessary Fiction. He blogs for
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