When I finally walked away, years ago, I could hear her telling me all about her upcoming descent into hell; how it was all my fault.
If I turned my back, she said, I turned my back on any chance we’d ever meet again. But I knew it wasn’t true.
Even as I walked away, I could sense her reaching for the pint I know she always carries in her bag.
I wake up, years later.
The phone is still buzzing.
Ron. Lavalette lives on the Canadian border in Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom. His debut chapbook, Fallen Away, is now available from Finishing Line Press.