Change of Distraction
His funny bone had been seriously tickled and his heart a bit warmed. All for fifteen dollars, plus six for a small popcorn and four for a small drink.He was cracked up, he was charmed, he was relaxed, and above all, he was distracted. Just what he had been looking for, a perspective shift.
It had been one heck of a week. The news, the car, the argument with his sister, even the tabby he was cat sitting; everything.
Reading the day’s events made it seem the world was more out of control than ever. On Sunday morning he heard that yet another person had jumped in front of a subway, a young woman, holding a copy of Anna Karenina. On Monday he unfortunately watched the Academy Awards. The transmission on the car devoured itself on Wednesday on the way to work.
On Thursday it was his unnecessarily smart-ass response to a political post on his sister’s Facebook page, which then went downhill when she dredged and slung, as only siblings can, comparisons to events when they were little kids. And the cat was really only a problem because it acted like a dog whenever he came over, that desperate attention seeking that owners interpret as love and hyperbolize as unconditional; that devotion which can be simply rechanneled with the chewable bone of a dead animal, or in this case, a fuzzy toy filled with catnip.
In between there was the misplaced wallet, that overhead pigeon with excellent aim, the daily obstacle course of panhandlers, the milk that lumped up in the coffee, the huge sports screen at the restaurant — like he needed football with dinner, the . . .
The End. He wiped the butter from his fingers and wondered why this odoriferous, crunch-noisy food became the choice snack of people gathered together to quietly watch a movie together.
Strolling up the street to catch a bus home he was rehashing the crazy situations those characters on-screen had involved themselves in — that hilarious scene with the ventriloquist general and his talking hand — all that ludicrous chaos (serpentine!) which was so much fun to watch. And they wrapped the madness up with a wedding, a happy ending. Hey, why not, he thought. Another week ahead. Gotta give sis a call.
Twenty-one of thirty-one stories — 500 words or less, written one-per-day during December 2018 — The Hunt & Peck Parables PatchWord Quilt™©.
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