Mountain Dew

While sitting on a concrete slab stoop holding the only cold object for what had to have been miles on a hot Tucson day, my boyfriend pushed me to the ground for some reason I do not remember. His push wasn't forceful but I was caught off guard and was probably weaker than usual. I can see the can of MountainDew in my hand out- stretched before me. My arm laying in the dust, sweat beads glistening. All I thought of was sparing the precious liquid. It had been quite sometime since I had a treat of that magnitude. I sat back down and took a sip without saying or doing anything about the shove. He apologized. He must have been shocked that I did not care about his disdain for me. My feelings were not hurt. I had given up on feelings for him a thousand miles ago.