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. Click on the first painting and just keep hitting next. Dark but cute.He Breaks up With Her in a Store
He broke up with me just after he bought me a pair of shoes. We were in the mall. I thought we were heading to a new level, shopping together and everything, when he fixed me with The Look. We’d been going out for almost a year. He was a quiet guy. I’d heard that he wasn’t so quiet when he was with other people. I knew he’d eventually start relaxing around me so I wasn’t worried. I knew we’d work it out. I mean, a year’s a long time, right? You don’t just throw that away. So there we were, in the mall, and I was trying on shoes. I was looking at a really expensive pair of red leather heels that my father would kill me for wearing. Hooker shoes, he’d call them. Jake walked over to me then, after talking to the girl at the cash register. I’d been holding onto the shoes and staring at them for a while.
“Do you like those shoes?” he asked.
“Oh yeah. But jeez. $120? Forget it.” I sighed.
“They’re yours.” He said. “I just bought them for you.”
“Oh my god! Really?” I squealed. I threw my arms around him.
He didn’t hug me back. I didn’t really care. He never hugged me back. That was just the way he was.
“Shelagh, listen,” he began. He stopped. He looked at me. He ran a hand through his hair. He sighed. He put his hands on my shoulders. I looked up at him.
“Those shoes are kind of a going away present.” he said awkwardly.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Nowhere. Nowhere Shelagh. I’m going nowhere.” he replied.
Now I know I’m not too bright but it still took a few seconds of the way he was looking at me and what he was saying for me to get it. It took the wind out of me. I got a little light headed. I couldn’t speak. I had to sit down.
“Give me a call if you want to talk more about this, okay? I understand if you need to take a little time.” he said. He did actually look a little panicked, like I might cry or something. To tell the truth, I felt nothing.
I felt absolutely nothing.
He gave me a squeeze and a kiss on the top of my head and left me there in the store. I swear he walked so fast it was almost a jog. He must have wanted to do this for a while. The girl who worked there came out of the back and put the box with the shoes in it down on the leather bench beside me. She was smirking just the tiniest bit.
I walked out of the store, out of the mall, and out into the sun. My hooker boots clutched close to my chest. I could just imagine my dad’s laughter. I’d forgotten my sunglasses in the store. I’d left my underwear at home because Jake liked it when I didn’t wear underwear. I kept walking. My skirt rode up a little but I didn’t pull it down. I wish my mom was still around. She wouldn’t find it funny. I walked home along the busy highway turnpike near to my house. Halfway home, I put on the shoes.
I remember once at a party out in the valley before I met Jake I was talking to Jane about life. We were drunk on wine coolers and we were in a hammock and looking up at the night sky. You can really see the stars when you’re out in the valley. I was talking to her about how I wish there was a way you could just escape from this whole bullshit small town life. I was talking about how much I wished it could get easier and that I knew there must be a place where it’s easier. There must be a way to get there.
“There is,” said Jane, in that world-weary way she had, “it’s called running”
I was standing beside the busy highway near the exit.
Halfway home, I put on the shoes.
It’s called running.
A picture I took on the way to work this morning.