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“Well Sam, I don’t know how this is going to work. But I know we can do it. We are both educated, we both are smart enough, come on now…we can do it. You just gotta have a little faith. I love you, Sam. And our baby, OUR sweet precious baby will be here in two months and he’s gonna love you too!”
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The Rain

by toomucholdstuffs

“Well Sam, I don’t know how this is going to work. But I know we can do it. We are both educated, we both are smart enough, come on now…we can do it. You just gotta have a little faith.

I love you, Sam. And our baby, OUR sweet precious baby will be here in two months and he’s gonna love you too!”

No more cars moving. No more screeching tires. No more lonesome radio voice droning on in the background. Silence, except for the rain.

“Sam, I know you want to be alone right now. I know its hard today. Every year this day is hard. But I need you to be present. I need to be with you and not just you’re shell.

One more beer, then off to church, okay?”

The car wouldn’t start. Not only would the engine not turn over, the entire car froze. No engine, no lights, no lonesome radio man. Completely stuck in the middle of the fucking street.

“Come on Sam, get off the couch, we need to go to church! My parents are meeting us there tonight and they are just as worried about you as I am. Please Sam. Sa…oh, you’re asleep.

Bottle behind the pillow. If you can’t see it neither can I Sam, right?”

He left his house fifteen minutes early. Turned out the light, locked the door, and hobbled into his ’88 Century. Any other day in his life the rain would have been an excuse. Not tonight.

“Sam, you are my love. You have stuck by my side through everything. You have to understand that I have done the same for you. But you won’t fix yourself because you have no desire to do so.

You are a broken and a sick man. I will always be your love, but I need to be your love from a distance.”

The news anchors blared in the background, verbally circling each other in a superficial race.

No source of light except for the tiny lamp in the kitchen and the bouncing glow of the analog TV. It works, so why spend the money.

A dog would have been nice, but the damn management thought it a liability.

“I love you, Sam.”

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“Sir, we are ready for your statement. Please tell us what happened. If you would like a lawyer, please let us know. At this time though, through what we have determined this is an accident.

I know you are rattled, as anyone would be. I am sorry son.”

I couldn’t do it. I asked for a lawyer. Not because I thought I’d get in trouble. I just couldn’t talk that night. I couldn’t muster up the courage to say one word.

One word about that dark old car in the middle of the road. In the middle of the pouring, black rain. One word about the man I looked in the eyes.

I couldn’t muster up one word about the surprise in his eyes, the surprise turning into dread, then finally peace.

The old man frantically tuning his dead radio, stalled in the middle of the street, hearing his wife for the last time.

This is what I told my new friend. I looked out towards the window, studying the rain drops. They would stick at first, only to fall.

I really should go.

I ordered another drink.

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