Sunday, October 4, 2009


by Robert Gryfft

"Hey," I say, unsure why she's calling. "What's up?"
"I'm back," she says.
"Back where?"
"I'm at the airport. Here. In Dallas."
I nearly choke. "What?!"
"Yeah. I know."
"You broke up with me."
"I changed my mind. You wouldn't come to me, so..."
So I can't leave her at the airport.
Can I?

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