Thursdays In The Valley – Part 29

“Umm, I suppose I don’t have anything better to do. What else do I have going on? Getting drunk and dancing on tables in a crappy little bar?”

“They really like you there.”

“Bunch of perverts. That one friend of yours is fucked up!

“Who?”

“The taco guy. That dude eats more tacos than anybody I’ve ever seen. He’s a total slob.”

“Then why do you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Dance.”

“I don’t know. I just like to dance. It’s hard to explain. I’m not a slut or anything, I just hear music and I want to dance.”

“I wasn’t calling you a slut. Not at all. I’m not judging you, I was just curious as to why you do it. It kind of surprised me is all, you’re always so quiet and reserved.”

“It surprised me too. Up till then I always just danced by myself in my apartment. I’ve always been too shy to dance in public. But for some reason, that night, I just got up and danced. It felt so good, I can’t explain it.”

“I have to make peace with all this.”

“I know.”

“I don’t know how.”

“I don’t know either but if you’ll let me in, I’ll be there to help you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.”

“I might.”

“Ok, yeah, you might. But I’ll take that chance. I have to take a chance.”

“Why? Why do you have to take a chance?”

“Because you’re worth it. I can see that. You know, we’re all fucked up. Everybody has a story to tell. Yours is sadder than most peoples, that’s for sure, but it’s just a story none the less. You might not know it but you have a lot left. You said before, you didn’t die in that accident.  You are exactly right, you didn’t die . . . you’re still alive. There has to be a reason for that. And I refuse to believe it was so you could suffer and self destruct . . . No . . . there has to be more to it than that. You have to have hope.”

“Hope for what?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, tomorrow. Not just tomorrow in the traditional sense, tomorrow as a possibility. But tomorrow will never come if you can’t get past today.”

19 thoughts on “Thursdays In The Valley – Part 29

    1. Thanks, I appreciate your comments. I’ve got this finished but am holding off on posting the last part. I need to sleep on a couple parts which I’m not certain on. It has ended much differently than I originally imagined. But that’s OK. And I see nothing wrong with the dialogues in your work.

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      1. hahaz the best kind of story is the one that takes off on you and decides it’s own rode. I love being the driver of a car full of words with their own destination – that’s sort of how I see your writing. I’m wishing my own car of words would hurry up and find a gas station like yours have done in this story. It’s so great, I can pick it up at any one it’s corners and the segment read is a perfect encapsulation of … what’s inside your car.

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    1. I think in order to have a value and appreciation for today, you need a hope in things to come. I use tomorrow less in the literal sense and more symbolic of hope. If one becomes lost in the hopelessness and despair they feel today, they are forced to repeat “today” indefinitely. It can be difficult to see the tomorrow through all the pain.

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