偶遇舊愛

我們在她的海報面前站了半個小時。

「是她嗎？不是她吧？」

「Ya, that's her. That's the girl you kept crying for after you left her. When was that? First year in college?」

「在我印象中她怎麼那麼美。」

「Memories are always beautiful. Always. Don't forget the Afghan Girl on NGM cover.」

「那我現在該怎麼辦？」

「Live, happily. You dumped her at her finest, and she kept rotting till now. There's nothing left to say but goodbye.」

「我想你說的對。」

我從上衣口袋拿出沒抽完的煙。

「But look at her. She still got a great body. It should be nice banging her, no?」

「我沒上過她。」

「But...didn't you say...」

「我不記得了。也許有吧。打火機。」

我們先後點了煙。下午的美好陽光灑在臉上，像妓女一樣求愛。

「Learn anything?」

「尋歡作樂，絕不回頭。」

「That's the spirit. Let's hit the beach.」

那張海報仍貼在低俗的脫衣舞廳門口，絕望地招攬客人。

而我們邁步走向海灘。