Thursday, March 2, 2017

Unsaid

“There’s so many things we can’t ever say to each other.” Mark picked up his drink and avoided his reflection behind the bottles across the bar.

“I can’t imagine there’s anything we couldn’t talk about.” Jack laughed and picked up his beer and took a sip. “Dude, we talk about everything!”

“No bro. We’re running out of time. I’m just thinking about all the conversations we’re never gonna have. Jack?”

“Yeah?”

“I want to do my play.” Mark signaled to the bartender. “Can I have another one?”

“What play?”

“The one I wrote about me and Brady. Remember?”

“Sure. That’s right. So do it.”

“I want to be remembered.” Mark’s voice broke.

“Marky, I don’t want to talk about this right now.” Jack fidgeted on the stool and took a gulp from his bottle.

“I do. Listen to me. Regardless of this heart shit, I want to do my play.”

“So do it.”

“I will.” Mark nodded his head in confirmation. “I will.”

“Mark?”

“Yeah?”

The quiver in his voice almost made Jack’s words incomprehensible. “I’ll always remember you. Always.”

“I know.” Mark stared at the TV screen mounted above the bar. “Jack?”


“Me too.”