Anita
Excerpt:
"Two months after your suicide, I’m parked outside your university’s athletics facilities. It’s 6am. Queen’s “We are the Champions” blares from the car radio. You’re probably wondering why I’m listening to your favorite band when I never cared for them. On my last visit to your house, Gary gave me your Queen collection, along with a few of your other things. I didn’t want the CDs, but he insisted, claiming he would trash them otherwise. Now the CDs sit in a shoebox on the floor of the passenger side of my car. Each CD protected by a plastic case, organized in alphabetical order, as you left them. In comparison, my Metallica CDs are stuffed into the side pockets of the car doors. My Led Zeppelin CDs squeezed inside the glove compartment in random order."
"Two months after your suicide, I’m parked outside your university’s athletics facilities. It’s 6am. Queen’s “We are the Champions” blares from the car radio. You’re probably wondering why I’m listening to your favorite band when I never cared for them. On my last visit to your house, Gary gave me your Queen collection, along with a few of your other things. I didn’t want the CDs, but he insisted, claiming he would trash them otherwise. Now the CDs sit in a shoebox on the floor of the passenger side of my car. Each CD protected by a plastic case, organized in alphabetical order, as you left them. In comparison, my Metallica CDs are stuffed into the side pockets of the car doors. My Led Zeppelin CDs squeezed inside the glove compartment in random order."
"Anita" was published in The SFWP Quarterly's Issue 23.
Copyright by Eneida P. Alcalde 2020
