Hopeless

usually when he sent the last text he waited until she responded  a tit for tat thing he had developed

but he set that aside this evening when he looked out the window at the sun setting  the sky streaked and etched red rose and mauve

--  Aw, babe, the sunset is fucking gorgeous.  We ought to be sipping a beer together and watching it. (1755 hrs)

--  And as I write this bigfoot is toying with a gopher. (1756)

--  Queer to want to interrupt this circle of Life. (1757)

--  Suppose I wouldn’t interrupt cannibals from eating a skull bowl of fresh brains. (1758)

--  Shit.  This is what hopelessness looks like. (1759)

--  As I was coming inside bigfoot ran under the porch.  I thought he took the gopher with him.  Nope. (1809)

she texted  oh no poor little guy! (1813)

and  is he hurt?

--  Doesn’t seem to be, pretty docile, just rolled up into my hand, he’s/she’s grooming.  Put mushroom down, ginger root, a frozen green bean . . . shredded a paper towel. (1816)

--  indie’s nose is going 3-40. (1820)

she texted  just let it loose in the house? (1828)

--  No . . . in a cardboard box . . . indie, on my lap, is very aware and very entertained.  I’ll let Hopeless go tomorrow, I suppose. (1832)

--  hopeless seems hopeful then.  she texted (1935)

--  You’re quick – I was just musing on that. (1936)

Valentine’s Day (0803) he texted  Good morning.  Pretty day.

--  Hopeless passed away (0805)

1006,  Twosday, Valentine’s Day,  14  2. 17