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Calvin and Galinda part I (An Internet User Story)

  • Calvin turned his face away from the road toward Galinda.
  • “You don't listen, Gale. Do you know how to listen? I never said she wanted to move. I said she moved. Jesus.”
  • Galinda did not respond, but observed the pale yellow open fields passing beside the highway. She adjusted her shirt.
  • “Why did you wear that? I swear. It's what...the third day in a row you wear the same thing?”
  • Calvin ran his eyes over her long sleeves.
  • “And when are you getting a job?”
  • He shook his head in disgust.
  • “You don't cook. You have no friends.”
  • He waited for a response that did not come.
  • “You're allowed to criticize and you can't take criticism, Gale.”
  • She hated it when he called her “Gale.” There ticked twenty minutes before another word emerged.
  • “You contradict yourself every five minutes and then tell everyone about their inconsistency. Do you even know that?”
  • Calvin silenced himself. He wanted to vent his frustration, not destroy her.
  • “It's not the same shirt,” she said finally. “It's very similar to another one.”
  • She was unable to look at him, bounding anger slowly making her thoughts inexpressible. The Audi continued rolling along the wide-roaming highway before them. A great many miles promised to make their journey dead-long, granite-hard.

© 2014 by Kirk A. Shellko a.k.a. Lucian Whyte