Cassandra

The CD had been among the mail her old roommate dropped off.

You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time

Cassandra looked inside the bubble envelope again.  No note.  She turned the envelope over.  No return address.

You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple lines

She hit the back button.

Hello again, it’s you and me
Kinda always like it used to be…

Turning up the volume, she listened more closely.

How’s your life?  It’s been a while
God it’s good to see you smile
I see you reaching for your keys
Looking for a reason not to leave

Her chest tightened as she realized who sent it.

If you don’t know if you should stay
If you don’t say what’s on your mind

She looked up, blinking, to stop the stinging in her eyes.

Baby just breathe
There’s nowhere else tonight we should be…

“Cassie, what the hell is this?!”  Jimmy starting yelping and howling in mockery.  She shouldn’t have played this at the club.  But how could she have known?

If you go now I’ll understand
If you stay, hey, I’ve got a plan

She took a couple napkins from the bar and held them to the corners of her eyes.  She inhaled slowly.  Exhaled slowly.

You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time

“Is some fruit making problems for you?”  Jimmy checked his clipboard and waved the delivery driver over to the bar.

You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple lines

Cassandra wiped her eyes again and leaned against the back counter.

You wanna make a memory

“Sorry to break it to you darlin’,” Jimmy counted bottles behind the bar.  “Only a wanker would send you a song like this.”

If you don’t know if you should stay
And you don’t say what’s on your mind

“I mean listen to this!”  Jimmy waved his hands at the sound system like he was a referee.  “Obviously written for their soccer mom following.”

Baby just breathe
There’s nowhere else tonight we should be

Cassandra laughed, to her surprise.  That’s better, Jimmy thought.

You wanna make a memory
You wanna steal a piece of time

“Baby, anytime you want a real man just say the word.”  He rimmed a glass mug with cinnamon sugar and mixed her a Spanish coffee, topping it with fresh whipped cream and chocolate shavings.  “On the house.”

You can sing the melody to me
And I can write a couple lines

“Thanks Jimmy, but put it on my tab.”  She licked cinnamon sugar from her finger.

Jimmy leaned forward against the counter.  “On me, then,” he said huskily, locking eyes with her.

You wanna make a memory

“That,” she said, “would be the last place for it.”  Her bite softened, slightly, by her smile.

Jimmy straightened and free poured himself a couple shots of Stolichnaya.  He felt her watching him.  He turned and raised his glass to her.

“To life.”  They clinked glasses.  “To life.”

You wanna make a memory

 

 

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Here is a previous installment of the story:  Frank’s RedHot

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[Lyrics in italics from:  “(You Want To) Make a Memory,” by Bon Jovi.  Performance:  Live in Cleveland, 2013.  Written by:  Jon Bon Jovi, Richie Sambora, Desmond Child.  Original release:  Lost Highway, 2007.]

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8 thoughts on “Cassandra

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