Vagabond (a Memory returns)

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I remember the first time I saw her drunk

or rather I saw her in the after drunk,

When bad decisions vomit up on the curb.

I’ll never do that again. She said.

I was working at Hinshaw’s on a Thursday night back when stores were just open on a Thursday night and Sundays paid time and a half. She was 15 and I’d left her with mutual friends who were getting an evening picnic together for a bonfire at the beach.

Only she got into the picnic basket as they waited for me to get off of work.

She didn’t touch the food or the dessert or the water thermos or the hot cocoa.

She was 15 and she went for the bottle of wine. Excused herself to the park restroom with it in her back pack.

Shared with no one.

When I arrived she was curb puked and officer lectured.

She told me it was her firs time and I believed her.

Years later I’d figure out that it all started back when she was 11.

11. I know that age. I have one of those 11 year olds.

I look at mine and hope I see the signs if they ever come.

My sister begged me to tell no one. So I didn’t.

We were friends back then. Sisters.

I asked why until the stares got increasingly you better drop this shit disgusted.

She said she just wanted to

make the night move faster

do it in a park.

 

 

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About Margaret Elysia Garcia

Margaret Elysia Garcia primarily writes fiction, essays and poetry from a remote corner of the Sierra Nevada. She's currently working on a non-fiction book regarding body positivity through plus-sized alternative modeling .She blogs here and at Throwing Chanclas. And is the co-founder of Pachuca Productions a Latina owned microtheatre in Plumas County, California
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