The Refilling
It was midnight, and the gas station seemed almost deserted. “Give me 10 minutes, Lydia. I’ll come and talk to you!” I told my woman over the phone, as I got out of my car. “Please don’t push me away like that! If you leave me, I will fall apart. I’ll do anything to make you love me again!” I kept talking frantically until I realized that she had already hung up on me. I was just about to redial her number, when an old man came up to me, asking for a lift. He was in a completely tasteless, shining, white outfit with no contrast what-so-ever. He seemed too feeble to hurt and was so deficient of energy that even though he said he was in a rush, I sensed not a speck of adrenaline. I politely nodded my head with a slight smile and then, just helplessly waited for the gas to fill. There was no point in calling Lydia, anymore. I couldn’t have talked freely with her, now that I had company. And she was just not ready to make things okay! I was still lost in my own thoug