#88

Once, someone had told her to “act as if I said nothing.”

Since then, she often thought about what life would have been like if she had been able to do just that. And how it would not erase the thing that was said.

The words would have still been spoken, still had their word life, still worked their word job, still walked down their word street in their word town, still had a word night out with their word friends and then gone home to their word apartment and made love to their word girlfriend.

She would have been the one home alone, she would have been the crazy one, the dull one, the static one.

Nope. If the words got to act, then so did did she. If the words were going to be out and about then she would be, too.

Of course, it wasn’t their fault—the words themselves. So if she happened to see them out, she vowed to buy them a coffee and talk it over.