Lizzie Had These Great LPs

Submitted by akie asemblé

Lizzie and I went out for a short time. In all it must have been six months.

When we broke up there was no real reason. We just broke up.

Come to think of it, I’m not even sure we were ever an item. I mean I never met her folks nor she mine and it never really felt like we would.

“I don’t really want to share you,” she once told me as we laid stretched out on her apartment floor.
“Sharing has its risks.”
“How do you mean?” I asked.
“So if I bring you to meet my friends, you might act all different,” she explained. “Maybe I’d act all different. Either way we can’t avoid becoming part of a bigger story and then it’s not our story anymore.”

We kept it that way. Our story and no one else’s.

One thing that I missed about Lizzie were her LPs. We spent those six months going out to gigs after which we’d come back to her apartment, smoke weed, listen to music and have sex.

She’d look through her vast collection of vinyl, pick one out, put it on and as we listened, she’d roll the joint on its cover.

When Jason called me to tell she’d been killed I couldn’t tell my wife. I’d never told my wife about Lizzie. No need. It was long before our time and I’d remembered what Lizzie had said about sharing.

I spent that night staring through the latest drama that played out on the tv screen.

When the ads came on, my wife got up and walked towards the sitting room door. “Cup of tea?” she asked.

“Yes, thanks,” I said



By akie asemblé

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