A Martinez: Divine Misfortune

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?”

“Is it?” The woman raised her head. Her hair clung to her face, refusing to show any more of it. “I hadn’t noticed.”

Bonnie decided the woman was weird, but harmless. If she did scare away the other commuters, it just gave Bonnie more room on the bench. She sat down. A chill passed through her.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” said the woman, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry?”

“You shouldn’t have sat there.”

The woman sighed deeply and a frozen wind swept across the bench. The birdsongs turned shrill. Darkness blotted out the sun, and a gray shadow fell across the bus stop and only the bus stop. The rest of the world was just as bright and warm as before, but the miniature eclipse enveloped the stop in raw, all-consuming hopelessness. There was no other word for it.

The darkness passed. It didn’t fade so much as bleed into the ground and slide into place as the woman’s shadow. The cold lessened but didn’t disappear. Bonnie jumped off the bench and rubbed her hands together.

“It’s too late for that,” said the tattered woman.

Bonnie’s cell rang. The ring tone told her it was her boyfriend.

“I’m sorry,” said the woman.

Bonnie flipped open the phone. “Hi, Walter. You would not believe what just happened to-”

He broke up with her. He wasn’t rude, but he didn’t feign politeness either. Just told her it was over, and hung up. She didn’t have time to absorb the news, much less formulate a response. She tried calling him back, five times, but he didn’t answer.

“I’m sorry,” said the woman, “but I did tell you not to sit there.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“I didn’t? Are you certain about that? Because I’m pretty sure I did.”

“No, I’m pretty sure you didn’t.”

Bonnie dialed her boyfriend again with the same result. She left another message.

“Well, maybe if you had said something to me before you sat,” said the tattered woman, “I could’ve warned you. It’s only polite to acknowledge others.”

“I said hello.”

“Did you? That’s something, I suppose.”

Bonnie dialed her phone again but snapped it shut before the call went through. “I talked to you about the day, too. About the weather!”

“I suppose.” She grunted. “Though you didn’t sound like you really meant it.”

“I didn’t mean it.”

“So you admit it?”

“Of course I admit it,” said Bonnie. “It’s the weather. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just polite conversation.”

“I guess that counts for mortal politeness in this new age.”

Bonnie paced in a tight circle, staring at her phone, willing it to ring.

“He’s not going to call,” said the tattered woman. “It’ll just be easier to let him go.”

“But we’re in love.”

“You were in love, and I guess you still are. More than ever now. But he’ll never speak to you again.”

A palpable misery emanated from her, a wave of icy numbness. The bench grayed. Its color ran down the street and into a storm drain. Bonnie felt every ounce of the rising melancholy. She wanted to die then. Just collapse and wither away until she was nothing but dust. Then she hoped the sun would explode and vaporize the entire planet, erasing every remnant of this moment from the memory of time.

Bonnie had to get away. She ran back to her apartment, shut the door behind her, and wiped away her tears. The weight of despair lessened, but it didn’t fade. Not completely.

Someone rattled around in her kitchenette. She knew who it was without having to look.

The tattered goddess floated into view. She carried two glasses of tomato juice and offered one to Bonnie. “Here. Drink this. It won’t solve your problem, but it’s chock-full of vitamins.”

Bonnie slapped the glass out of the goddess’s hand. Juice spilled across her carpet, couch, and wall. “You did this! You did something to Walter!”

“Actually, I did something to you,” said the goddess. “Your boyfriend was just some collateral damage.” The goddess sipped her juice, leaving a red mustache on her pale flesh. “And I did say I was sorry.”

She brushed her limp hair away, allowing Bonnie a brief glimpse of the goddess’s face. Her large, sad eyes were as colorless as the rest of her.

“Take it back. Please, I’ll do anything.”

Her relationship with Walter had been good, but nothing spectacular. She loved him, but it wasn’t head-over-heels. Just some good times and reliable, comforting familiarity. So why did she miss him so much now? She ached for his touch, his smile, his clumsy but competent sex. Even things that she’d found annoying somehow seemed endearing at this moment.

She stifled a sob. Her lip quivered, but she swallowed the pain.

“That’s good,” said the goddess. “Bury it deep. You’ll last longer that way.” She sighed and a nearby frame holding Walter’s photo cracked.

“Will you stop doing that?” asked Bonnie. “Stop sighing!”

“Sorry. I can’t help it. Or you.”

Bonnie slapped the second glass out of the goddess’s hand. The juice covered Bonnie’s shoes, but none of it splashed the goddess. “Get the hell out of my apartment!”

“I can’t do that. You invited me into your life, and here I shall remain until…”

The goddess sighed, and Walter’s photo burst into flame. Bonnie stomped it out, but not fast enough to prevent a scorch mark in the carpet. The loss of her apartment deposit didn’t add any joy to her day.

“What do I have to do to get rid of you?” asked Bonnie.

“There’s nothing you can do.” The goddess floated to the couch and had a seat.

“But you just said you’re in my life until…”

The goddess turned on the television. “Oh, good. You have cable. The last one didn’t.”

“Don’t change the subject. You said I was stuck with you until…” Bonnie paused to give the goddess a chance to insert the end of the sentence, but she didn’t oblige.

“When Harry Met Sally is on,” said the goddess. “I hate that movie. So tragic when they die in that car accident.”

“That doesn’t happen in the movie,” said Bonnie.

“It does when I watch it.”

Bonnie stepped in front of the television and glared at the goddess.

“Your pain will end, Bonnie. Eventually. In the mercy that ends all mortal pain.”

“Death? You’re saying I’m stuck with you until I die?”

The goddess shrugged. “I’m sorry. If it’s any consolation, it’s worse for me. You’re only the victim of heartbreak, but I’m the goddess of it.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“As I keep telling you, I have no choice. Do you think I want to ruin your life? Or anyone’s? I wasn’t always like this. Once, I was… different. But that was a long time ago. Now, I am what I am, and pain and suffering are all I bring to those who allow me into their lives.”

“But I just said hello.”

“You also sat on the bench.”

“That’s absurd. You’re telling me that just because I sat on a bench with a goddess of heartbreak that my whole life is ruined?”

The goddess almost sighed, but caught herself this once. “I know it’s unfair. You were just being friendly. You shouldn’t have to carry this burden, but look at it this way. By carrying the pain, you are keeping someone else from having to carry it. Your sacrifice will allow others to know love and joy. It won’t be in vain.”

“Well, whoop-de-fuckin’-doo.”

Bonnie stormed into the kitchen and drank tomato juice right out of the carton. It spilled down her blouse. She didn’t care.

“Nothing would make me happier than to leave you alone,” said the goddess from the living room. “Well, actually, something would make me happier, but let’s not dwell on impossibilities.”