War Prayer 027
The time is around 11pm and the place is the same couch from before.
The long summer of 2001 has given way to a brisk evening in the ninth
year of our existence together. It will be the final autumn anything
will matter for a few autumns. All is silent as we try to read
Aeschylus for our class. A few lights shine down bright from above. A
security guard yawns as he passes by, tipping his hat at us.
Drew sighs. Theresa announced a few hours ago that there would be no
funny stuff until they got their work done. Drew just wanted to be set
free from this painful existence. Go out and spend, they proclaimed.
That’ll show those fucking ay-rabs. The mall was its own special
existence. The sorority girl with the red, white, and blue acrylic
nails from their morning class, which they had stopped going to, passes
Drew adjusts his position on the couch. He props himself on his
arms. By now he has memorized the order of their existence. Everyday
he saw Amber, dead over a month now, in a face, or an arm, or a smell.
Theresa is silent next to him, not acknowledging Drew so he will focus.
It’s these waking moments that are the hardest to bear. They used to
be able to just wish it all away, vanish into the woods, into other more
Today, it is just Drew and Theresa. All the good dreams and worlds
that used to guard them are crumbling. The original evil, that good old
friend, is beginning to terrorize them. Sometimes Drew wanted to fight
his own War On Terror against these evildoers.
Theresa cleared her throat. Time to go finish The Oresteia.