I was tired of everything and I think she was too. We were sitting on a park bench drinking, sometime in the late afternoon. My old nemesis the sun was still too bright but fading. She handed me the little pint bottle and I finished it.
“It’s too bad you’re such a selfish bastard,” she said as she leaned back. Her heart wasn’t in it though. I looked down at the empty bottle then back at her and shrugged.
“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking. You’re very beautiful, you know that?” Her head was back against the bench and her eyes were closed. She barely moved. Just slow breaths.
“Shut up with that.”
I left her there and went to the shop. When I got back she was asleep on the grass. I lay down next to her, opened the bottle and lit a cigarette. One arm behind my head, feet crossed on the grass, I listened to her breathing. The sun was setting and the sky was changing colors. Not too bad, I thought. Not too bad at all.