“He had his whole life planned out on note cards. And I mean all of it. Past, present and future.”

“How’d that work?”

“Whenever he wanted to forget something he could just throw out the card and there would be no artifact left to indicate it ever existed in the first place.”

“So what do you have planned?”

“I don’t know but I’ve been getting a lot of good advice from the forums on Amazon.”

“Seriously?”

“Fuck no, but you’d be surprised how many people think they are.”

“nevermind,” she whispered into the phone as he walked into the room. But, the conversation continued in a very low whisper. However he couldn’t hear what she was saying.

She woke and as the reality of her current situation started to clear through her head she realized the mistake she made. She snuck out leaving him on his hotel bed without him stirring in the slightest. As she drove home she saw a dead cat on the side of the road and thought to herself, the cat was her potential. Left dead on the side of the road. But it was beginning to seem as though she was the one who ran it over.

In the silence of the room I can hear the second hand of the watch as it moves around the bright blue face. Its pale, contrasting numbers giving off a faint glow in the dim light.

“I don’t really get into Halloween,” she says into the phone then pulls on her cigarette. There’s a chair on the balcony but she’s not sitting in it. Instead she stands in the doorway a yellow glow illuminating the room behind her.

they are cursed with the pains of being normal.

She opens the door and breathes in the cold air from outside. Standing in the doorway she lights her cigarette and hears the baby begin to cry.