The Weight of It All

by N.R. Walker

There’s no Logan’s Run age qualifier that deems you’re past your use-by date.

I had to wonder, what did a gym need a waiting room for? Did they serve coffee and cake here? I hoped they did, but given it was a gym, I didn’t think so.

You know that song ‘the knee bone’s connected to the whatever bone’?” He nodded and I sighed. “Well, my mouth isn’t connected to my brain.”

“Has anyone died in here?” Reed barked out a laugh. “Not to my knowledge.” “Or just people’s hopes and dreams?”

I looked him right in his pretty eyes, feeling every part of Beauty and the Obese Beast. “Is this where you sing ‘A Tale As Old As Time’ and I give you a library?”

I thought about hitting the stop button. Actually, pressing that emergency stop button in hopes that an ambulance would arrive and drive me to the nearest coffee shop was very tempting.

“Oh great, so my cause of death will read, “Died a horrible painful death from a broken body. Sense of humour still fully functional.”

If he doesn’t love you at your worst, then he doesn’t deserve to love you at your best.”

“If you say size doesn’t matter, I’m gonna call you a liar liar, pants on fire.”

I wasn’t sure if she meant the other side of mortality. “I’ll be the one walking into the light.”

Well, I walked up Heartbreak Hill, because never in history has a hill been so aptly named. Then again, Kilimanjaro does start with kill a man...