Thursday, September 30, 2004
She has a Presidential Candidate's sticker on her back window and the Opponent's sticker on her bumper.
She either debates herself or lives in a divided household.
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
He says 'blah blah blah' and turns his body towards her. She says 'blah blah blah' and plays with her hair. 'Blah blah blah.' Move closer. 'Blah blah blah' Don't move away.
Words rarely matter in the Art of the Flirt.
Sunday, September 26, 2004
He strokes the pages of the book, faster and faster; ending with a loud FLIP sound with each pair completed, He's rich in his ability to speed read...
But he's too cheap to buy the book.
Friday, September 24, 2004
With big brown eyes welling with tears, he bangs on the door. 'Momma! Maaaaama!' he cries. The silence on the other side upsets him more...
Until he sees the shiny toy across the room.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
At the back of the restaurant stands a lonely bar; its blue light and music oblivious to its own emptiness. They enter and look around. In tune with the music, and each other, they begin to dance.
The whole bar, and the whole world, is theirs.
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
The bright yellow bumper sticker stands out against the brown car. Right next to a giant dent, it reads, 'How am I driving?'
Apparently not so good.
Monday, September 20, 2004
Her mom chases her through the store. 'I don't want it' she calls back. Mom emerges, waving a five dollar bill. 'But you paid last time.' She stops. 'Mom, you keep it. You need it more than I do.'
What a difference 30 years make.
Saturday, September 18, 2004
They crowd around the fishing boat, lines spreading out into the sea like a spider web.
Seagulls gather above, hoping to fare better.
Thursday, September 16, 2004
She talks a mile a minute... 'and then last time I lifted this... and then I was able to do that... and I couldn't believe I did the other thing.'
Undaunted by her stalling tactics, the personal trainer just smiles and says, 'show me.'
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
He wears a white shirt. Then he wears a black shirt. Then he wears a white shirt again.
Then I see his twin.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
The controversy creates the underlining tension on the voting line.
'I've lived in this city for 26 years' she says proudly. 'Well I've been here for 37 years' comes a defiant voice from behind.
As if that makes her vote any less important.
Sunday, September 12, 2004
He and the family stand across the entire sidewalk. Unable to stop, the rollerblader breaks their ranks, then apologizes profusely.
He somehow sees this as the blader's fault.
Friday, September 10, 2004
He makes himself known by banging on the car's hood. He figured that since the old man driving nearly hit him, he'd return the favor.
Which upsets the old man more, the hidden hit or the hooded hit?
Thursday, September 09, 2004
She bites her nails. He offers her his nails. Odd for him to offer.
Odder if she accepts.
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
He speaks in a strained voice.
'I used... to be... bigger...'
'After... the accident... in a coma...'
'...I lost... the weight...'
'...... but I'm back......'
Yes you are... and you've travelled much farther than I ever have... to share this place with me now.
Monday, September 06, 2004
She beams as she rides for the first time without training wheels.
She smiles big, missing as many teeth as she has tires.
I wonder if that's from the first few attempts.
Saturday, September 04, 2004
He follows her down the aisles with such urgency.
'Mom, where's Dad?'
'I don't know' comes her tired response.
'You seem more interested in finding the pillow, than finding Dad.'
'I already know Dad's going to be home; I don't know if the pillow will.'
Friday, September 03, 2004
He concentrates intently on the TV screen. He's very serious about this video game.
Seeing that he brought his own TV into Starbucks, I would think so.
Thursday, September 02, 2004
'Oh, I doubt he's serious about going.'
'That would be interesting.'
'He's booked the rest of us to go.'
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
As he mops the floor, each person who walks past greets him with 'hey buddy!' I linger as he mops on by, trying to get a glimpse of his name tag. Sure enough, his name is...
WANT A BETTER LIFE?