Crash By D.I. Jolly
David took another sip of coffee,
“Yeah if you could call being left at a house part of total strangers’ fun.”
“So the first night I’m there at the end of the party I realise that everyone I knew had left, apparently deciding that I could get myself home.”
Jen let out a little laugh,
His smile was suddenly joined by slightly red cheeks.
“In a manner of speaking, I found somewhere to sleep.”
Jen’s mouth dropped open,
His smile turned a bit more wolfish.
“Yeah I am.”
They both let out a light but honest laugh that ended in a comfortable silence, and they looked out at the world to people watch.
‘I know we say this every time we meet, but we really need to try to do this more often. It’s always such fun when we hang out.”
Jen raised an eyebrow,
“Really? Because it’s a total chore for me.”
He couldn’t help but laugh.
“Who cares what you think? I’m not interested in your happiness.”
The people at the table next to them, who’d been listening to their conversations the last few hours, shook their head in disbelief and mild envy.
David waved a hand as if to clear the air,
“But no really, it’s always a pleasure.”
“No I know, and I agree.”
Then a thought struck him,
“Actually, maybe we shouldn’t meet more often, maybe we shouldn’t try to fix something that isn’t broken.”
“No, wrong again. Why don’t you come round for dinner tomorrow night?”
He thought again for a second wondering if he had plans, decided he couldn’t remember any so must not.
“Sure, sounds good. What should I bring.”
Her voice was flat an obvious, which made him smile again. The comfortable silence slipped back over the conversation. He finished his coffee and turned back to people watching. His eyes flicked between a few people and he burst from his chair like a sprinter from the starting blocks. It was only when he reached the edge of the street that he realised what he was doing and as the world seemed to stop moving he set his jaw and made his decision. He stepped out into the road, grabbed the little girl who’d wandered away from her mother and jumped straight up, pulling himself into a ball around her. It was only when the windscreen burst inwards that the driver looked up from his phone and slammed on the breaks. Pale and shaking he fell out his car to see what had happened. David lay spread out on the street behind the car, his open eyes staring blankly at the sky while the little girl sat crying on his chest.