Video Review: Cyndi Thomson “What I Really Meant To Say”

Cyndi Thomson walks up the stairs into her house. The lavender and sea green beads hanging by the patio. She walks by the candle votives in the family room. A group of twentysomething women talk on the couch. She holds a cup and talks with three twentysomething women.

Hands behind her back, she leans against a column in the family room. While her friends talk, she turns her head as she holds the cup. She sits on the couch and stares at her backyard. Her friends dance as the disco ball turns. She stands at the screen door, looking through the curtain. She sits in the bathroom her arm on toilet.

Rating: 2.5/5

He didn’t show. Cyndi Thomson dusts off a table with potato chip crumbs. He knew. They had the same circle of friends. She opens a liquor bottle and drinks from it. It was 10 a.m. on a Sunday afternoon but she didn’t care. He could’ve at least told her he changed his mind. Maybe she shouldn’t have played it cool.

Her stomach rumbling, she heads to the bathroom. While sitting by the toilet, she puts her head between her knees. She just wanted the pain to stop. Standing up, she reaches for the towel and puts it on her forehead. It helped a little bit.

She lies on the couch and takes a nap. Her answering machine takes message after message. None of them were from the twentysomething man. She lights some candles and searches for another liquor bottle. Some of them were empty. Groaning, she grabs her keys. A few of her friends knew about her private stash. She shakes her head. They knew better.

Director: Trey Fanjoy Year: 2001

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Pam Avoledo spends her time binge-watching classic teen dramas and stands firm in her pro-Leyton stance. She also received her journalism degree in 2006 from Oakland University. Her work has been published in the White Wall Review, Sledgehammer Lit ,Greatest City Collective, 45 Magazine ,Fevers of the Mind, Daily Drunk Mag\'s Kirstofia anthology. and forthcoming in Scrawl Place