Her house was dim and the shadows padded apologetically down the halls.Quite possibly my favorite line in the whole piece.
Even the mail on her hallway table seemed to sigh when they slid across each other.This feels a little awkward to me... maybe say "Even the pieces of mail seemed to sigh when..."? It just seems strange to call it "mail" and then call it "they."
A minute passed before I asked, Was it because of me?You definitely don't have to change this if you don't want to, but do you mean that exactly a minute passed? People do this a lot and it's sort of a pet-peeve of mine. Did he sit there for exactly sixty seconds before replying, or are you just using the term "minute" to mean "a little while?" Again, it's absolutely up to you, but maybe try "moment" instead?
If everything proceeded this well, then I will earn my redemption by the end of the day.I'm a little confused -- shouldn't this be in past tense? I believe "will" should be changed to "would."
She smacked me on the back of the head, and I bumped my forehead on the window.This sort of makes me think that he bumped his forehead into the window intentionally... like a "head/desk" moment, you know? I don't think that's what you meant! I would change it to: "She smacked me on the back of the head, and my forehead bumped into the window." or "She smacked me on the back of the head, bumping my forehead on the window."
I had meticulously marked out some battlements when I looked up to Sheila charging through and hooting.I was really confused by this sentence for the first... like... five times I read it. >.< But I think you just left out a word: "I had meticulously marked out some battlements when I looked up to see Sheila charging through and hooting."
I thought maybe that I would die, but we all know that isn’t what will happen.I'm a little confused about the tenses here, too... and who is "we?" I think you mean "we" to be the narrator and the readers, but it still seems strange. I think that's because you don't talk directly to your readers anywhere else in the piece, so this feels out of place.
Now I must take a moment and reflect. Why had I stopped here? It was rather insignificant in the scheme of events and only serves to fill me with an intense shame I would never speak of otherwise. But soft, the curtain arises and the light breaks!I'm not sure what purpose this bit serves other than to confuse things... is the Romeo and Juliet reference supposed to be metaphorical about your characters? I'm a little confused. :/
She plucked off another tentacle, dipped it, and ate it, taking as long as possible just so long as she had something to do with her hands.This part is a little awkward, and I think the repetition of "long" is the culprit. Maybe try saying something like "...taking as long as possible just so that she had something to do with her hands."
Among them, I wondered if maybe I shouldn't be drinking this.Another slightly awkward tense moment -- I think maybe this should be "Among them, I wondered if maybe I shouldn't have been drinking this."
If I left--if I left--if I leave--I could save myself. If I could just swallow my stupid pride.Again, I'm confused with the tenses. Only this time it's absolutely intentional -- why? Maybe I just don't understand.
I realized that this was the only other car I had seen all day. We had been alone all this time and, finally, our imaginary world was intruded upon.I don't think you need to say this -- I think readers could infer it themselves. We'd realize that it was the only time a third character was involved in the story, and we would make the realization ourselves, rather than reading about your character making it.
These are, of course, questions to be pondered, not answered
did that actually happen twice, or did the narrative just loop us back to the beginning...These are, of course, questions to be pondered, not answered
Overall, I really liked this piece. I was intrigued when I saw the title, and after I started reading I was sucked in right up until the end... maybe even a little after. The Möbius feeling of it was really fascinating. The paragraph that was repeated in the beginning and in the end, did that actually happen twice, or did the narrative just loop us back to the beginning? Did he already have the image of the spilled cocktail before it happened, signifying that it had happened before? Or did he remember it from when it happened... in the future? These are, of course, questions to be pondered, not answered. It reminds me a lot of the Charlie Kaufman film Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind. Have you seen it? Anyhow, I was also intrigued by the main character (he doesn't have a name, does he?). He is so despicable, yet so utterly fascinating! He is selfish -- when Sheila dies/gets injured, all he thinks about is the fact that he has lost her. It isn't at all different to him that when they had just broken up. He didn't have her either way, so what difference does it make? We don't even know if she died or not, because it doesn't make a difference to him and he's the one telling the story. He doesn't even get mad at the driver for the hit-and-run, or feel guilty for pushing her into the road. He just convinces himself that it didn't happen because, after all, if it only existed in his memory then it didn't really exist at all... right?
Also, I appreciate the repetition of "lucky seven/unlucky six" throughout the piece. The camera starts out with twenty-seven pictures on it (which seems like a strange number to me) and it seems like the possibilities are endless. When there are twenty-six is when you start to realize that there really is tension between the two characters. Skip forward a bit and there are seventeen pictures left. Again, they're doing fine and they seem to be getting along -- but when he takes one more is when everything starts hurtling downhill. Essentially, there is an iciness between the characters from that point forward. It was from the seven-pictures-left mark to the six-pictures-left mark that this pattern changed, since when there were six left they were still getting along fairly well. She invites him in for a drink, and they don't argue for a little while. I'm not sure if this break of the pattern was intentional or not -- but at least it's something for you to think about, because a pattern is hardly a pattern if it gets broken after only two iterations.
The other minor issue I had with this was your tense switching. I pointed out a few moments where it felt like there were awkward sentences, but I think the issue is deeper than that. You see, I'm not sure exactly what the story is. Is it supposed to be something that is being written down by the main character -- like a journal entry? Or is it a story being told by the main character, as to a confidante? Or is it just a stream of consciousness? Is this what we would see if we were to enter his mind and take a look at what he is thinking? I'm not sure, and that makes the piece be somewhat fuzzy in my mind. If you don't want this part of the writing to be fuzzy, then I suggest clearing up this confusion. If, on the other hand, you do want it to be fuzzy, then elaborate! Make it even more confusing about what is being remembered, what is being thought, and what is being foretold.
Overall, like I said before, I am quite impressed by this piece. It's one of those pieces you can read multiple times and ponder endlessly and it will always seem like there is more, lurking somewhere under the surface. More metaphors, more correlations, more mysteries. All of the suggestions I've made are just that -- suggestions. Opinions. Take them or leave them, but I hope at least they make you think a little.
Please don't hesitate to contact me if I was unclear about anything or if you simply want to comment on/argue about anything I've said.