The Mixtape
Marv went down to the basement.
Angered by the unintentional argument he had with his wife, Helen.
Cussing under his breath he stomped in circles on the slippery concrete floor.
He accidentally tripped over a box that was set apart from the others.
Upon kicking the box for vengeance, he noticed it was filled with some of his old belongings.
Rustling through some of his semi-sentimental obsolete electronics, he found something.
His ancient eighties Sony Walkman — Included was a pair of headphones and a mixtape.
The one Helen gave him.
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Marv was intrigued by his nostalgic discovery,
He popped in the ear-buds, pushed play, and reminisced.
Back to the days when him and Amy would cruise the countryside without destination.
Helen would sing along,
She should have been the next Madonna.
Marv thought for a moment that he heard her singing along,
“And we will find. A way to come together and make things …”
The mixtape abruptly ended in the middle of the song.
Marv placed the Walkman back into the box and went upstairs,
And apologized to Helen for totaling her new car.
