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“Yeah.” “You need to get out of that parking lot.” “Do you think about me often?” “What?” “How often?” I hung up, the sun was getting low. The thing about driving in a parking lot was that it got kind of repetitive. One rotation became the next, and then the next, and I sort of lost track over time. Which was okay. It was nice to lose track of things, to slip into a somewhat automatic state in which time goes forward but you remain in the same place for all of it. After a few rotations, I noticed a blue Honda in my rearview and watched it as it followed me around a corner and then past the VONS and then around another corner. I pressed on the gas to speed away, but as I accelerated, the Honda accelerated as well, following in close pursuit, nudging my bumper. What one doesn’t realize about a car chase in a parking lot is that even if you evade your chaser, which I was sure I could do, they’ll catch up to you on next loop, which is what happened, and the blue Honda rolled up next to me, my ex-lover inside, staring over incredulously. “What is going on?” she said, rolling down her window. “Oh thank god you’re here!” I stammered, trying desperately to bring the car to a full halt. “What’s going on, David?” “I just… I don’t know.” My car began to roll slowly away from my ex-lover’s and she tapped on the gas to catch up. “I guess I’ve just been circling here for a few hours, haven’t I?” I said, looking over and smiling. “You’ve been circling here for five years.” “Five years?” “Yes.” “Has it been that long?” “It has.” “I see.” “You need to get out of here.” “Do you still think about me?” “David.” My hands rested on the steering wheel and I stared straight ahead, looking out over 1940s Arizona, or maybe it was Mars. It was somewhere. “I’m still in love with you,” I said, keeping my eyes straight ahead. “And I love you, you know that.” My ex-lover’s voice was as I’d remembered. “We just can’t.” “I need you.” “I can’t right now.” I sped away from my ex-lover, pulling up next to the gas station and filling up my tank. The blue Honda pulled up next to me and my ex-lover stepped out. “David,” she said, walking over. “You know I love you. And I’m telling you, you have to get Blue Mesa Review | 10

Blue Mesa Review Issue 36  
Blue Mesa Review Issue 36