Shot Down Over Yorba Linda

Posted: August 17, 2014 in Uncategorized

When the last song of the dance plays its slow, thrumming cadence, the young people all crowd in and breathe in a moment as once; the power couples swaying gently to the beat, the stag-attender promising things will be different next time, the criminals leaving evidence beneath the bleachers, in the washroom, in a steamed up car somewhere in the parking lot. The night ends and has just begun all at once, as cars make their way slowly through suburban streets, trying to both meet and slip past all the promises of times to return home. Unexplored feelings and questions begging answers litter this town and lies are the order of the evening, all the way from “One day when we’re married” all the way to “I just want to be friends.” In the end, as tired bodies, some intoxication added, find their way to beds and have to find a way to return to the status quo by Monday when it seems the entire world has been taken apart inch by inch and reassembled into something more ugly but infused with hope.

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