A Stranger II

by Bernice “If you saw me at a bar—or any place—would you still be interested, and want to talk?” Yes. I blink slowly. The ceiling doesn’t change. It’s always the same. Always white, with hairline cracks due to old age. I trace the cracks with my eyes, and back again. I frown. “Why?” Are you …

A Stranger

by Bernice “What’s wrong? Why are we like this?” I stare up at the ceiling blankly. I noticed that’s how all my stares have been like lately. I don’t have the answer he wants and neither does the ceiling. I want to look at him, but something keeps me from doing so. Pride? Hurt? I …