you and me – POSTCARD #16
Another gem sent via postcards from the north from Lulu La Muchacha.
A melted moment and nothing left.
It’s hot, with that hard wind that whips her hair against her face and sticks to her throat. She waits for him in the laneway wearing a floral dress with her bathers underneath. Trees from inner-suburban backyards spill over the wonky fences and don’t quite mask the scent of urine. She wishes they were meeting at the pool instead.
He emerges from one of the gates with a beach towel over his shoulder and doesn’t look her in the eye. What’s up? He talks like a child sometimes and she bites her lip. You’re late. He rolls his eyes up at the fence. God, I was only late because I was getting you something. He shoves a small package wrapped in a plastic shopping bag at her and she swallows, realising how thirsty she is. Thanks. The sun beats on her face and she can’t believe she forgot her sunglasses. She feels like a mole that’s been dug up and thrown on to a highway. She blinks a couple of times and suddenly she’s looking at him through the wrong end of a telescope. He’s so tiny, so far away that the glare is almost bearable. Earth to Emma. Fuck, are you even going to open it?
She hands the package in her sweating hand back to him and turns and walks with an even step down the uneven cobblestones. Hey! His whine echoes along the tin fences but he doesn’t follow. She knows he has a scowl and his hands in the air and soon her phone will start beeping with his texts but she doesn’t care. She’s melting in this moment, and she wants to get somewhere cool before there’s nothing left.