“Movie Night” by Tommy Troso ’24

Movie Night

By Tommy Troso ’24

It’s a Sunday night. I sit down and let out a sigh. Finally I can lay, and watch a movie: A rather funny movie. What some would call tragic, I consider comedic.

I reach to my right and into my large box of popcorn. The classic vertical, red and white stripes, The salty, buttery aroma, And the feeling of kernels stuck in my teeth give me a rush of nostalgia, Which is something I rarely feel. I am not sentimental, I never have been. Not for you.

This is why I laugh When I reach into my pocket, Grab the remote, and click the big, red, power button.

BOOM!

My eyes light up, and I crack a smile in absolute awe, As I sit on the porch and watch your car burn and burst into pieces. I drenched your car in gasoline, The gasoline you used to fuel what once was your getaway, To cover your tracks. To try and escape. How dare you?

As I sit and listen to the liberating crackles of the flame, I notice the orange light of the fire reflect onto my shirt And onto my eyes as I watch the street fill with smoke. The flames will never go through the fabric and into my heart, Just into your car. Finally, I am free. This might be my favorite movie.