Anonymous
By Karyn Indursky
Screeching to a halt, Martin got out of his car.
He was ticked off beyond the point of help.
Sulkingly, he found a smooth rock by the river to sit on.
Martin let out his anger in a scream, which sounded more like a roar.
He skipped rocks across the murky water.
Groaning, he looked at a canoe.
There was Brooke flirting carelessly with Brant.
Martin never cried, but tears formed.
He felt the tears awaken his emotions.
Martin didn't understand.
He was Brooke's friend, best friend, lover, boyfriend, etc.
Yet, Brooke cheated on him like it didn't matter.
Martin was done with her.
He was moving on.
She had broken the last straw, not him.