by Father Luke

Strangers

“Are you currently in love?” I looked in the rear view mirror. It was too dark to see anything clearly. Her accent reminded me of John Lennon.

 

“Just with life itself,” I said. And life’s a fickle cunt. But she was talking again. I didn’t hear what she had to say.

 

I drove.

She talked.

The ride ended.

I collected the money.

 

I’m not currently in love. Not even with life itself. So I lied. Like anyone sharing their experience, I lied.

 

And the night turned into day.

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