Robofootball: Doublespin

“God Jess I miss you, your warmth, the fresh smell of you when you get out of the shower, the way you touch me, the way we were last, in your bed, with you a little tired. You didn’t know, but I planned it that way,” Carly paused and smiled. “The doctors said it was good to talk to you and maybe you could hear if just in your subconscious. Maybe you’ll remember later if you can’t completely hear me now. I want to feel your heart beat next to mine, press my head into that right spot in your shoulder, and hear you tell me that you love me.”

Carly sighed. She brought a book to read by his bed side and spent several hours every Saturday in November into December until they would move him. She couldn’t concentrate on the book, so she took her IPod out to listen to a little music. It dawned on her that Jess had made her a little wonderful romantic CD that she would have to get from his truck. It would be a good thing to recall for when she visited Jess’s dad, the truck was in the front yard with a “For Sale” sign in bright red and black. The door was unlocked and she was able to at least retrieve the CD.

“It is interesting to contemplate an entangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent on each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us….it’s not the strongest of the species that survive, but the one most responsive to change.”

Charles Darwin, The Origin of Species, Ib