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The cold November rain

He told me I was late. He looked at me, nodded his head, smiled, and opened the door. Go inside, he said. I wasn’t sure what to believe or what to expect. He patted me on my back. I didn’t say a word.

A song was playing in the background. Something familiar:

When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin’ when I hold you
Don’t you know I feel the same

Do you know what the first thing we look at when we meet a stranger? The hands. That’s why I always keep my hands visible. Never in my pockets. Never wearing gloves. They’re there, as a sign of kindness.

The dim light. I was barely watching my breath turning into smoke. The wooden stairs was making a squeaky sound at every step. I was walking closer to the music, and the sound of his voice:

Nothin’ lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it’s hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain

Finally, he said. You certainly took your time. He walked across the room, to a table with a remote. He turned down the sound, but no matter how low it was, I remembered every single word of the song:

We’ve been through this such a long long time
Just tryin’ to kill the pain, oo yeah
But love is always coming and love is always going
And no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today
Walking away

You and me. I’ve been wondering if what your son told me was true or not. I’m still not saying anything. Your son. He’s quite the player isn’t he? Although poker might not be his game. Do you have the money? Thinking about the man outside. Looking at the guy, six foot five, smiling, standing three feet from me, ready to release something, other than words, at me. Me, calm, humming the next words of the song. I’m just there, not thinking ahead:

If we could take the time
To lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin’ that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
Then darlin’ don’t refrain
Or I’ll just end up walkin’
In the cold November rain

It was time for me to do the talking. Or, at least, it was time for me to do something. The six foot five was waiting. The man outside, he was waiting too. It’s always hard to watch a grown man weep, even though I should have the experience by now. One fast punch, and a kick to the stomach, that was it. As I turned, to walk back down, I was still humming the song:

Do you need some time on your own
Do you need some time all alone
Everybody needs some time
On their own
Don’t you know you need some time all alone

I wasn’t thinking about what to do about the man outside. I just knew that it was all over, five seconds from now. Next time, think about who you might be up against. It could be anyone; it could be me.

6 responses to “The cold November rain”

  1. Josh says:

    I agree, I enjoyed this quite a bit.

  2. bonooobong says:

    Thanks for making my day! a fav of mine

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