Fiction Hellacious

            “So? How ya feeling?”             “Fine. I feel fine,” Sammy spoke into the phone. He was sitting in the dark to be able to concentrate on her voice better, “I was really depressed but now I'm fine. I promise.”             “You wouldn't lie to me now, would you?” she spoke into the phone too. She was in her kitchen cooking with wine.             “No. And anyway, I figure you'd know if I was.”             “Oh yeah? How come?”             “Well, don't you like... deal with psychos all the time? I mean, isn't that your job?”             “No!” she wasn't as defensive as she sounded tho...

I arrived the day before you at this sort of bed and breakfast retreat. You were having some trouble because of the unexpected weather. The Central Valley isn’t used to heavy snowfall. And I waited in what would be our room watching flurries from the window. Sad because I had to wait for you and because I was so warm and toasty when I knew you were still out fighting crowds of sneezing people and cold wind. But then word came; you were down in the lobby. People wanted me to know so I could help you with your luggage. Maybe they just wanted me to know period. And you looked so pretty in your sweater. We paused for a quick hug. I asked what other bags you had and you said, “Cuneiform.” I knew this to mean your white boxes with the scratchy, decorative-lettering. You squealed with glee to be alone with me in the warmth of our room.