“Meteor showers are fucking beautiful.” “Come on. You’re still with Ella, aren’t you?”
“And I could be with Ella and in a successful band, with money. We had that chance. Right there.”
He pointed to the palm of his hand. “Our songs were fire.”
Nora hated herself for silently correcting the ‘our’ to ‘my’.
“I don’t think your problem was stage fright. Or wedding fright. I think your problem was life fright.”
This hurt. The words took the air out of her. “And I think your problem,” she retaliated, voice trembling, “is blaming others for your shitty life.”
He nodded, as if slapped. Put his magazine back. “See you around, Nora.”
“Tell Joe I said hi,” she said, as he walked out of the shop and into the rain. “Please.”
She caught sight of the cover of Your Cat magazine. A ginger tabby.
Her mind felt loud, like a Sturm und Drang symphony, as if the ghost of a German composer was trapped inside her mind, conjuring chaos and intensity.
The woman behind the counter said something to her she missed. “Sorry?” “Nora Seed?”
The woman – blonde bob, bottle tan – was happy and casual and relaxed in a way Nora no longer knew how to be.
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