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Just a Little Something

Don Edgemon


The stars were spectacularly bright through the cold Autumn night air. The eastward wind coming off the ocean rushed through the mountain canyon far below the pine lined ridge, the sound sinking to the calms and rising again as the breeze flooded through the forest trees.
            At the bottom of the canyon was nestled the geometric pattern of the village lights transversed in slumber on passing occasion by the red and white movement of lights that adorned the random thought of some late night taveler’s automobile.
            Suzy took a drink for the bottle of wine and handed it to Eddy who drank from it, also. Suzy kept her eyes on Eddy. Eddy gazed down into the canyon seemlingly fixed in some elaborate thought.
            He sees me; “he’s thinking about me,” Suzy thought. He thinks I’m childish. “What are you thinking, Eddy?” she asked out loud.
            “Nothing,” Eddy replied
“No really, what are you thinking about.”
“Nothing, really.” Eddy picked up a rock and tossed it into the empty space before them listening as it rattled down the mountainside. Then he began, “Look at us, high above the wind, the whole world beneath us….” Eddy raised the wine bottle and took a magnificent swig, the wine dripping from his chin. “Were drunk, we just shook our personal mountains with our love, yet nothing is ever enough, not when the rest of the world stays down there. Love and truth is nothing really if it leaves the whole damned world behind.” Eddy lay back against the ground, his eyes fixed toward the sky. “Nothing,” he repeated.
            “So, don’t let it bother you,” Suzy said as she flicked her lighter and lit the tip of a Winston. She moved up close to Eddy and laid her hand upon Eddy’s leg trailing her fingers across his thigh in a jealous effort to get him back.
            “Nothing doesn’t bother me,” Eddy said, “I feel fine, actually. Everyone else is who nothing seems to bother.” Eddy turned up the wine bottle and swirled down the last swallow then reached to the basket and got the second bottle. “Nobody has any imagination or inspiration anymore, like we’re waiting to hit bottom so we can start.” Eddy paused for a moment as though he was having an elaborate thought then said, “Do you have the corkscrew, or do I?