I choose to be mute. I don't want to talk, I see no point. Besides I can hear all if I don't talk because no one notices the silent girl at the back. No one notices the basically nonexistent person.
I walk behind a couple. She has brown hair and a purple beanie. He has a blonde quif. They walk, their steps in sync. Her brows are furrowed and his face is pleading.
" please babe. It was one time. I was drunk and I wasnt thinking." He says. She shakes her head incredulously.
" no kidding you weren't thinking. You know we're about to have a baby, right? How would you feel if you were fatherless? " She storms. I turn a corner, quickly becoming bored with their conversation. I come up behind a man in an expensive looking suit, a Bluetooth in his ear.
" I don't care what the publisher says. Put it the way I had it and be done with it. Hold on." The man taps his ear.
" Go for Jim. No no no!!!" He continues as he rounds a corner. I roll my eyes at the overbusy man. This was my daily routine. I'd go out onto the busy streets of new York city and eavesdrop on peoples conversations, listening for anything interesting or useful to me. A little boy clutching what was assumed to be his mother's hand emerge from the door of a local coffee shop.
" mommy! Mommy! Can i tell you a joke?" The child pleads. I mentally awwwwd. The mother nods.
" have you seen the movie constapation?" He asks with a big smile on his face. The mom chuckles.
"no honey why?"
" well obviously not because it hasn't come out yet!!!" He breathes between fits of laughter. The mother laughs loudly and shakes her head at her son. I smile. I wish I'd been able to joke with my mom like that before she was killed. But no. She never loved me.
