Tension

Written by Jacob Ibrag

And as we go on pretending as if nothing had happened, the

noise between us stretches. More than a budding sound, it’s a dirty

stench and people are beginning to notice. I’m not saying the universe

revolves around us, but I think we broke it. It’s eighty three degrees in the

month of February and yet I feel utterly frozen. I guess you can blame global

warming and my body’s memory of the February temperature before this.

Please, just blink twice if you can hear what I’m thinking. I’ll break the

ice and part the river, to address the tension we’ve manifested.

Photographer Unknown