Chasing after stories that have already been told.


"Dude, I've been calling your cell. I didn't eveen think you'd answer here--why are you still at your desk so late?"

"What do you want?"

"Fuck, Alan--calm down. I just wanted to talk. If you're busy, I'll call you tomorrow."

"Oh, now you wanna talk? Jesus, Miranda. What the fuck. I've barely heard from you in weeks. One e-mail, a text message here or there. We were friends, Miranda. Neighbors. Lovers."

"You work for a newspaper. I was a story. Friends? Maybe--but that was kind of incidental. We had sex a small handful of times in three years. And you know what? There were tons of people who didn't get to see me at all in those last two weeks. At least I saw you. Fucked you."

"You don't have to be so callous."

"You know what, that's why I'm calling. It's not that I have to be so callous, maybe I just don't know another way to be."

"Oh shit. You're sounding reflective. That could only mean a couple of things, and since your birthday is still a little ways off, I'm gonna guess that you're calling me over a boy. A boy that is not me. Thanks, Mox."

"But that's what we do. I have always done this with you--with Nicholas and Wood and all of them. Wait, did we ever talk about Alistair?"

"In passing. Yes--but only really in reference to your title piece."

"Hmm. That's right."

"So what's up in your cakesaver, Miranda? You might as well shoot."

"You know what...maybe this isn't such a good idea. Not now. Not yet. I mean, I'm just a little confused right now, I just got off the phone with Wood and...shit. Fuck, I gotta go, he's texting me...and apparently meeting me in a half hour."







"Be careful, okay?"

"I will. Call me tomorrow."



1 comment:

huntsmanic said...

oh, alan.

oh, mark :: mark needs your seattle phone #. why does he not have it? it got lost in a sea of logged 206s. you should email it to him.