A Whole Lotta Broken Glass

Nobody would ever know what they did on their last night together.

Those closer to them could only guess how many roofs they’d climbed, how many howls they’d cried to the moon, how many fences they’d jumped to make out and make love in how many public places. How many little bars they’d dropped by to ease their thirst. How many avenues they’d sprinted across with the green light, how many narrow cobblestone streets they’d run down.

Side by side, hand in hand. Laughing, crying, singing.

Jim and Silvia didn’t know for sure either.

The last bar they visited closed and daylight seemed to set their eyes on fire when they went back out to the street. So they got a taxi and hurried back to Jim’s suite, to crash on the bed right as they were.

When Silvia was able to squint around, about noon, she thought she should’ve kept track of the drinks they’d had, to keep from mixing so many.

She pushed Jim’s arm aside, a dead weight across her chest, and the inertia made him roll over to lay flat on h