the lobby
arm on the table, hand holding the paper steady, head tilted on this arm, other arm active, writing. eyes falling shut. words getting blurry. arm active, writing. head tilted. world passing by. 90 degree angle. world watching writer. head tilted. eyes closing. arm active. writing. map passing by. children passing by. fat blokes and their skinny girlfriends passing by. 90 degrees. head tilted. arm asleep. arm active. words blurry. writing.
the cricket
you sit on a bed in a hotel in the smi-dark. wondering what are the things that you should be thinking about and why you aren't thinking them. the trouble with going with the flow is that you have to remember not to swim against the current. a cricket chirps away, making sense. a tap drips. an american breathes in and out. writing produces no answers.
the ride
he sets the horse for me and off we go. towards the cows, then the lamb, then the sunset. galloping away. the sky is red and blue and grey and blue and red and grey and all the other colours you can think the sky will be around sunset. and a few more. the sky surrounds everything. the land surrounds everything. we can see for miles. dark comes in. i'm on the horse. invincible. he knows the way. the horses know the way. there is nothing to worry about. we get back in the dark and the path is lined with fireflies. stars of the land, flickering. later he reads me a story about another ride. ride away. that's what i'll do when i'm good and ready.
the sting
i'm driving to salto, on the 31 east-west. which i've never done. which i've never ever done. i'm doing well, i think. slow, fast, overtake, watch for the potholes, end in sight. salto is near. doing good. 120. keep going. nearly there. bang! an evil insect flies into the car and stings me in the neck. right next to my mole. if it's a bee, my neck will swell up and i can already feel my mouth getting numb...
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