Time To Go Home


The cars rush by with the sound of an oncoming storm. They hit the potholes, the cracks, the bumps and they keep on going.
     “I admire them.” I sputter out.
     “What? Who do you admire?” She gives me a half entertained half confused look, squeezing the sentence out of her mouth while holding back the giggles.
     “The frick frackin…” I cough and she chuckles, “The cars! I admire the cars!”
     She laughs and then takes another sip of her flask. She started tripping, stumbling, and turning pale a few minutes ago, but I didn’t notice until now. I check the time and it looks like it has been hours, not minutes.
     “You okay?” I say.
     “Are you?” She hands me the flask.
      I take down the rest. She grips onto my arm and puts her head against me, smiling. It’s a bit awkward when we’re walking like this but it feels nice. It feels warm.
     “I hate it when decorations are up at this… uh… at this time. Yeah, at this time.”
I look down at her to see what she’s talking about. I follow her gaze and she’s looking at some Christmas decorations. She grabs the flask from me.
     “It’s the past new year, change your goddamn decorations.”
She goes to take a swig and gives the flask an angry look. Her look shifts to me and she shrugs, taking her arm off of me to open up her coat and put the empty flask in. She puts her arm around mine again and leans. She trips and chuckles.
     “Hey, maybe we should go home,” I say, “I know I’m a little bit underneath the in-floo-ence-ay as well, but you’re like, real bad.” I put my hand on her cheek and she looks at me. “The color is fading from your beautiful face.” She smiles.
     “Thanks but no.” She looks back to the sidewalk ahead and take my hand away from her face.
     “Come on, let’s go. It’s time to go home.” I grab her arm and she gets defensive.
     “No!” She tears my arm off and pushes me away.
     “I’ll stay out for however long I-I want!”
     “Come on, please,” I take a step towards her.
     “No! Let me stay out or you go home! You can go… by yourself!”
     “Look at yourself, you’re acting like a mess. Come on, let’s go.”
She turns away from me and starts strutting away, not responding to me. A few seconds pass of me slowly chasing her.
     “Let’s go home! You’re getting me angry,” I say.
      She swivels her head around to look at my expression. I watch her foot slip into a large crack in the sidewalk, locking into the small crevice on the side. She falls into the street. Everything goes silent but everything is in motion.
      I no longer admire the cars.