From dailyprompt, 2014-08-21: “it’s always you.”
For #FridayFlash – it’s Friday somewhere!
It’s you. It’s always you.
I stand up, I answer the door. I don’t bother to look through the peephole anymore, because it’s always you.
4:35 p.m., every day. I get up, I answer the door. I take the package, I mutter thank you, and I close the door. There’s always a package. There’s never a conversation.
I open the package, of course. It’s from you, and it wouldn’t do to ignore it. Flowers, food, socks. I unpack it all carefully. Blue socks, because it’s me, tie-dyed and organic, because it’s you. It’s very you.
It’s always very you.
I put away all the presents, very carefully. I eat the food, slowly, savoring every bite. I put on the socks – my feet are cold, so cold. You always know what to get for me. That’s very you, too.
When I’m done, I throw out the packaging. It wouldn’t due to leave it sitting around. I make sure to put the box in the recycling. You’d like it better that way.
I try very hard not to notice that yesterday’s box isn’t there. Recycling, I tell myself. Like my feet are cold because the socks were missing this morning. Like I have a vase for the flowers, even though I only have one vase.
The doorbell will ring again tomorrow, and I’ll answer the door. It will be you. It’s always you.
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