#timed piece

[catt-writes]

Chicken Sandwich

It was midday. A Monday. No, not Monday, Tuesday. I’d had a day off Monday, and now my entire knowledge of the weekdays and what order they come in was fucked. It was not the only thing in my life that was fucked, but right now in this moment that was all that mattered.

Oh, and the fact that my best friend just walked in.

Sorry, that sounds very normal. Sitting in college, on a Tuesday (Not Monday), eating lunch; and your best friend walks in. That is very normal, isn’t it? I watched her walk over, my mouth hanging slightly ajar; the sandwich I was about to take a bite out of suspended in the air. Chicken was never really may favourite anyway. I like pretty much all sandwich fillings; egg, egg with cress, cheese, cheese and mayo, cheese and egg, you name it. Just not chicken.

Oh no, I’m rambling. Sorry again. Where were we? Oh yes.

My best friend, who should be dead, just walked in.

Now that’s just not normal!

Four things flashed through my mind now, pushing out the rambling sandwich monologue;

1.       My best friend, who should very much be dead, is not dead.

2.       Who the fuck did we bury??

3.       Has she seen her mother?

4.       Is that my jumper? I think that’s my jumper! Bitch.

“Hi.” She raised her hand and did a little wave.

HI?? Four months and only a ‘Hi!’?

Words. What are words? I’m still staring at her. My mouth is still ajar. I should probably close it. Or put my sandwich down. And probably also actually say something.

“Why the fuck are you still alive?”

Perfect.