Micrograffiti: One Green, One Blue by Stephanie Austin03/11/2010
Toni pushes Nat in a chair, climbs onto his lap, and pins his arms with her knees.
“I’m hungry,” he says.
“I knew you’d say that.” She peels the paper off an ice-cream sandwich and holds it up to his mouth. “Eat it. Use your tongue.”
Toni looks in his eyes as he wiggles. One green, one blue.
“I’m numb.” He shifts forward making her tip back. “I got you a surprise.”
She lets him go. Nat leads her out to the sidewalk and stands behind a couch.
Streetlights spray yellow. Clouds touch the ground. It begins to rain. The smell of exhaust and cement crawl into her skin.
She crosses her arms. “We have a couch.”
“It’s the fucking couch,” he says, coming around to the front. “A couch for fucking.”
She wipes the running mascara from under her eyes then touches the arm of the couch. Her fingers leave a black mark. A car horn beeps. She flinches. Nat reaches for her arm and squeezes. She looks at the white imprint his hand makes. She waits for the blood to rush in.
Stephanie Austin enjoys drinking wine and long walks on the beach, but not at the same time because that’s how accidents happen.