Don't text me goodbye Molly/ part 2

Don't text me goodbye Molly/ part 2

fiction
edward w Pritchard


Molly, I found a key from the outside key cutting kiosk at Sears on the floor in the garage. You must have dropped it. It's a cheap silver key that says CRL 5 on the top, it's old and overused.

 I traced the key to Sears from the Internet. You hate Sears Molly. That key must look awful tacky in your Red Leather purse I bought you last Christmas. The key is used at the Breezeway apartment complex I guess.

I was hoping the key was to a closet at Highland Junior High where you teach or the storage room at the gym where you coach badminton. Nice job with your coaching 7 wins and two losses. I am proud of you Molly.

I took the key to the Breezeway apartments where he lives. I tried the key in the door. It fits but I didn't go inside. I just had to know. I saw your car there last Friday night at 11;30PM.

The tires on your Honda are getting a little worn. I could take the car into to Smith's Tire and have them rotated. Maybe we could trade cars for one day. You could call me.

It's hard for me to get anything done when I keep looking at my cell phone for a text from you Molly. I am afraid things might have went too far and you will be sending me that text you yelled at me about.

Don't text me good-bye Molly.

love
bob

Don't text me Molly.

I am afraid if you text me, if you put our breakup in writing Molly it will be reality, permanent.  I won't read my texts so don't text me Molly.

Listen to my voice mail and call me, it's a short voice mail, but please listen to the whole message.

or, come to the house. Our big house with matching themed furniture in every room.

Be mad at me, slap my shoulder, Molly thump my chest with the back of your hand.

Pour my bottle of French Cognac down the drain again. I promise to not drink anymore.

Talk to me Molly, I want to hear your voice. Use your small voice. Tell me how you feel. I need to taste your smell again. Molly nights are interminable, I drink to stay sane. You don't know what it's like to develop impulsive destructive behavior, or maybe you do.

Lock yourself in the bathroom again and cry. Sit on the floor in the lotus position and bang the back of  the bathroom door with your fists again. Sleep all night in the car in a snow storm rather than come to our bed.  

Please don't text me Goodbye Molly, I don't want to be one of those guys at the gym spending hours and hours doing crunches to get flat abs that no pretty woman wants to look at anyway. 

Don't text me Molly,
 

Texting  is;
stealthfully premeditated, passionless, words over words, impersonal symbols, guileful phases, hidden feelings, logical darts to the heart. No way to talk to a friend.

Come back to the house Molly. Lets argue. Throw things, put the baseball card collection on the curb again.  

Don't text me good-bye Molly,

Call me,

love Bobbie
happy Holidays

PS I joined 24 hour fitness, I have been working out every night about eleven PM on Ninth street in North Canton if you want to stop by.