Always on My Mind

MEGAN ANDERSON

MEGAN ANDERSON

©Megan Anderson. From Three Can Keep a Secret published by Night Parrot Press. Megan is an Albany-based journalist who writes flash fiction when the truth gets in the way. megananderson.com.au

I pay top dollar for the Elvis suit. She's worth it. I knock— guitar in one hand, rhinestones glinting in the porch light—and she greets me in a bathrobe. Perfect. She's perfect. Right down to her dropped jaw. Adorable.
 
‘Don't speak,' I say, shimmying past her and falling to one knee on the flokati. I strum a few chords and go baritone.
 
Love me tend—
 
My voice catches on the emotion. She's feeling it too. She's wide-eyed, clutching her robe to her heart, trem- bling. I'm nailing it. I knew the sight of my skinny arse in form-fitting white satin would sway her. The weekly roses were a warm-up. The surprise visits to her workplace, the cologne-soaked letters, the parcels on her doorstep... all of it grist. This is the clincher. We'll tell our grandkids this story someday.
 
I'm tackling that tricky barre chord in the bridge when he appears, also in a bathrobe. He's not feeling it. He's got me by the shoulder pads before I'm halfway through the chorus. A discordant clang bounces off the night as he hurls me and my six-string out the door.
 
I shrug. We belong together; she knows it. I grab the kero from the boot of my Fiesta and slosh a heart shape onto her driveway. She'll love it. I maraca the matches. I strike a pose.

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