Episode 1:
This is all true. And it is happening now. Or just a little before now.
There is something exhilarating about finding money on the ground. It is like discovering a cheerleader splayed in the dry grass on the side of the tracks. At first, her warped body is so beautiful. Then you realize what has happened. Some kind of horrible accident, initially, you hardly recognized the train wreck.
It was dusk, at the end of the hottest day of the year. A sultry day that is rare on the edge of the Puget Sound.
I was cruising across Vashon Island, taking the long way to Tacoma. Hamsini was on the back of my Enfield. She is so amazing. I am the luckiest guy on the planet. Found money, my girl, the smell of blackberries ripening on the cane.
The bills were blowing across the country road like leaves. We passed through them before it hit me. Money, littering the land.
This is all true. And it is happening now. Or just a little before now.
There is something exhilarating about finding money on the ground. It is like discovering a cheerleader splayed in the dry grass on the side of the tracks. At first, her warped body is so beautiful. Then you realize what has happened. Some kind of horrible accident, initially, you hardly recognized the train wreck.
It was dusk, at the end of the hottest day of the year. A sultry day that is rare on the edge of the Puget Sound.
I was cruising across Vashon Island, taking the long way to Tacoma. Hamsini was on the back of my Enfield. She is so amazing. I am the luckiest guy on the planet. Found money, my girl, the smell of blackberries ripening on the cane.
The bills were blowing across the country road like leaves. We passed through them before it hit me. Money, littering the land.
We parked on the shoulder. Below us, sheep in a meadow overlooking the Colvos Passage. We scrambled for the loose bills blowing across the dividing line. Hamsini found the wallet. I scanned for onlookers, excitement laced with guilt, I suppose.
Nobody was watching but the sheep, idle as lawn ornaments.
Nobody was watching but the sheep, idle as lawn ornaments.
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2 comments:
not too much fic, vic. still got room to maneuver that bike.
cheerleaders and trains? is this a pun of sorts?
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