By R. Christopher
I was walking around campus when Greg came around. I waved at him, but he didn’t wave back. Turns out, it wasn’t him.
That look-alike must be thinking about me. He must be sitting in class right now telling his friends, “this one asshole waved at me today.”
“Did you know him?”
“Hell no!”
And his friends would all laugh at me—the asshole.
Wait…what if…what if that was actually Greg? What if he ignored me on purpose? So…does he actually hate me? I should probably call him.
Ring Ring Ring
“Hey Greg it’s me—”
“Screw off, asshole.”
I love the depth and ambiguity expressed in so few words.
like it.