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breathe
by matt morin
8.11.02
writing


He sat on the couch and stroked her hair. Her head rested in his lap. He smelled his smell, the one she loved and would remember forever.

She put both arms inside her shirt and stretched it out a little, but not because the old red t-shirt was too tight. She just hoped it would help her breathe. Her skin felt a little too small, like it had shrunk with the long, hot shower she took that morning.

His one arm draped across her chest. It just felt right. Occasionally, he glanced around as if her apartment had suddenly become unfamiliar. The yellow halogen lamp sat in the corner and lit the room. It was quiet. He took off his hat and scratched his head.

She was not going to throw up. Well, not yet. Not until later. Not until after her stomach cramped and forced up the glass of wine she was absent-mindedly sipping on. But that was much later.

He didn't move or shift positions. That would have disturbed her, made her move, too. He was always thoughtful like that. The little things. His finger traced her bare knee. Back and forth. His skin slowly moving over hers. He took a breath that was just a little too deep.

She knew how it would go. Not in an educated guess kind of way, but in the way cancer patients know it's their time, or in the way mothers know something bad just happened to their children.

"This isn't working for me anymore. I'm not in love with you," he began. And suddenly her skin tightened all over again.


ABOUT MATT MORIN

Matt would love to be George Plimpton...welll, except for the being dead part. He supplies the doing and the writing. All he asks of you is the reading.

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COMMENTS

wendy p
8.12.02 @ 2:39p

OK, this was pretty good.. but where's the rest?

matt morin
8.12.02 @ 2:56p

I just wanted to try and capture that moment when you just know someone's going to break up with you. I didn't want much of a back story or anything after the start of the breakup - just that sickening, heart wrenching feeling you get when you finally realize things are about to end.

Props to Mike: His short, flash fiction piece inspired me to try one, too.

mike julianelle
8.12.02 @ 3:18p

Thanks Matt. I like short pieces without context, and on IM it's hard to really do a 1-2 page piece and have it be complete. So I go the short way.



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