Anodyne
Monday, February 19, 2007
 
Monsoonland again. Cold wind rocking the slowly budding trees, street banners and trolley wires. Slant rain, alley ghosts drowned in shallow lakes. A little loch around the base of the cherry tree outside the shop's front door. Silver drops gathering along the awning's edge, where they swell, stretch, and finally succumb to gravity, narrowly missing the bargain table on the way down. A little kid in a soaked grey hoodie bails out of an SUV stopped in traffic, sprints toward the comic book store, discovers they're closed Mondays, and trudges back to the car. "Ya FUCKIN RETARD!" screams a local deadbeat stalking up the block. Marvin Gaye on the deck, the shush of wet tires and the clang of Translink's trolley line repair crew's bell as they labor on the corner, wrestling big wet spools of steel wire.
- posted by cjb @ 11:09 AM


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