My Person is Out There

A breath into the purple candle, pouring into the mirrored sand. Utter silence as the cold lay hovering over his back. Whiskey touching his lips, staring out his window watching rain descend.

Eyes heavy, hours slipping away with every drop sailing into his brain. Inhaling the aroma of the candle now stale.

“Where are you now?” Speaking as though someone would listen. Alone in his apartment on 160th Lee St. Another alluring night in Seattle. An unopened letter in front of him, For Her

Phone rings and rings like a bank being robbed. Waking up and seeing the sun rise over down town Seattle. Rays of light bleeding through laying pressed against his face and chest.

“Damn.”

Blaring forest roar as the stems of coffee rose to his nose, making way to the metro. Numbing thoughts from last night, pouring whiskey into his coffee. Rubbing his temple, not a migraine or a hangover. Tapping his pockets for the third times phone, keys, wallet, bottle opener, fifty cents, and last sanity.

On board morning commuters lay asleep in state of mind, staring at bleak emptiness. Checking through his bag, pages of a new novel brought to his office from some hot-shot writer. Lucky prick is only twenty-one and has his first book about to be published. Only issue is his boss has passed so many where five could’ve been good. Though now everyone wants the latest porn romance, apocalypse of zombies/serial killers/alien invasion/new society novels becoming the main stream in the publishing world.

“Morning Randal.”

Chris Wise, ash blond hair and cheap two piece suit making it look like two hundred dollars. Randal has worked with him for five years and invited to several parties.

“Morning Chris.” To his surprise, its the first seeing him on the train. “Didn’t know you took the train.”

“Car broke down.”

Bastard, Randal thought to himself, having to hear from Chris today. Past three weeks already hearing about his relationship issues. His girlfriend Wendy dumped him, hard. Now Chris keeps wailing to Randal over it, convincing Chris to get over her only to end up calling or texting her.

“Strange, what happened to it?” Pulling out one of his dark red sticky notes, writing something down quick.

“Tires slashed, windshield broken, engine blow up.” Ranting continued along with Wendy being brought in.

The whiskey doing it’s job easing his throbbing head. A full day ahead and not ready for the disappointment. Considering there were three meetings over three novels for the quarter.

Slamming into his chair letting out a breathe, Chris still droning on. Setting papers and notes aside turning on his laptop. His office space well decorated with paintings, motivation quotes, and last some little action figures. Aside from most editors he was more creative than the rest.

“Randal!”

Bolting from solitude. “Damn it Chris.” Looking to see the man in front of him wasn’t Chris but his boss, Mr. Redmar. Straightening himself, “Excuse me sir I didn’t mean…”

“Fret none son.” A good twenty years older than Randal. The gray working in his favor. Word spreading around the office, him picking up young twenty something girls. So far none of the girls here at least anyone is aware of. “Seeing if you’re ready for the meeting yet?”

“All ready sir. I’ll meet you in the board room in a few minutes.”

A lovely woman in a black dress pops right next to Mr. Redmar. Damn, he is nailing young girls, first thoughts that ran through Randal’s head.

“Randal, this is Trinity.”

Her hair shimmering and hazel eyes darting into Randal. Those bore into him and wonder clouded his mind, her gaze leaving a whisper.

“Recently new to the city and just started here.” Shaking her hand, noticing how soft they were almost nothing there.

“Trinity is one of our new editors here. Once your done with the meeting, shadow her for the day would you?” Simply nodding, even though he wanted to spend the rest of the day sleeping in his office. Already done today’s work. Redmar leaving the office and outside seeing a couple people snickering.

“The rumors aren’t true just in case you’re wondering.” The smile already lost and now serious.

“Pardon?”

“Already the cry baby Chris, talking Redmar nailing me while in the copy room.”

Closing his eyes in embarrassment. Damn Chris why couldn’t you hold your shit together?

“Sorry for him, he’s gone through a recent breakup and hasn’t gotten over it.”

A smile breaks back on Trinity.