Monday, August 2, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
“Sharon,” he yelled, “Come back, please!”
“No! I told you, I won’t come back!” Sharon said as she glanced over her shoulder. The oppressive heat had made her curly dark blond hair even more frizzy than usual. “I’m sick and tired of coming back and trying again.”
Their words came out in sputtering but vehement gasps. One got the feeling that this was a habitual occurrence.
“Try to be reasonable,” he said. “Let’s be rational and talk about this. I’ll try to understand!”
“I don’t want to talk anymore! You won’t convince me to come back again,” said Sharon. “This time I’m leaving you for good, Juan!” To punctuate her statement, she put even more effort into running, and began to wheeze from the exertion.
“No you won’t. You know you won’t!” Juan continued doggedly.
The outcome of this repeated conflict was clear; one was only left to wonder who would tire first.