Evenings and Weekends

by Oisín McKenna

He never knows what he wants. It changes completely from minute to minute, and he has no decisive inner voice that says This is the real you, this is what you desire. Ed is blurry, to even himself. His outlines are vague. This is fine except that you need to be solid for other people. To have relationships, to be trusted, you have to say ‘This is me, this is what I want’ and act as if that were true at all times.

All morning, it has been narrating non-stop, mentally describing things as if they had already happened, and every time someone takes her picture, she imagines posting it online