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Fit to be mad
We were the only two at the gym Wednesday morning. So our lockers would be next to each other, too.
Veins popped while he shook up his protein. He strutted around the bench. With each loop I tried to move out of his way.
“With all these lockers available,” he mumbled.
First flight
After dinner Tommy asked me if I wanted to go flying. I was certain that I was dreaming and that no other child lived like this.
He backed the Mercedes 380 SL out of the garage and put down the top—even though Gloria, his wife, warned us it was too cold for that.
Tommy parked next to the hangar.
Divine sustenance
Her body was hunkered over the cart. Her feet tried to keep up without ever leaving the floor.
Around each aisle, she got herself in my way. I reached over her head to grab bread. Like a baby dinosaur, she slowly gazed up at me. “Is it hard to chew?” she asked.
I told her everything I knew about it.
Going out in style
Poznań felt bigger than Berlin for Kamp’s farewell performance tour. For a short moment, it was my kind of people, my kind of place.
Laser lights sliced through the crowd at Tama. In the back Paweł checked that no one was watching. He reached around to the other side of the bar and drained another Jäger from the tap.
No one else understood how he got so sick that night.
The misery upstairs
She comes home at the same time each night. It takes her an eternity to reach the top floor.
Her footsteps are heavy. They sound like they resent lifting her up. Her door wails.
Never once has she responded to my hello.
In order to get to heaven
Reverend Whitlock was the one who baptized my Mom. Or as she says, sprinkled with “just the right amount of water.” As good Methodists do.
Dad was dunked in a pond. Held under water until he believed in God. As good Baptists do.
I hope it works out for them.
Breakfast at IHOP
The package of frozen blueberries smelled of weekends and deep purple. I remembered it from childhood.
As a treat Mom and Dad would take my sister and me to the International House of Pancakes for breakfast. I don’t know what we did to deserve it, but there was a whole row of flavored syrups.
I always went for blueberry.
The exchange
Hurricane Katrina had wrecked our plans. Bookstores cancelled the orders for 10,000 guidebooks to New Orleans.
That was the start of the slow unwind. There would be no need for any more PR or book signings. My boss walked me to an ATM and handed over what he had left.
He thanked me and sent me on my way.
She would not bend any further
She demanded a coffee then and there. Her legs were bowed.
But coffee orders were made one register over, and this one was closed. I tried to nudge her into the next queue. While she yapped about the incompetence of everyone, her crinkly eyes wished death upon me.
Again, she demanded a coffee then and there.
Prosecco and satoshis
Summer sat quietly in a chair in the corner. It was her wedding day. Yet she was here team building.
While her new husband slang back Prosecco, talked satoshis and digital shop, Summer sipped mint tea with the grace of a queen.
I wondered if her mind was here or somewhere else.