Day 29 – And suddenly…
After Chorizo al vino
There could not have been anything more mundane
more pedestrian than the conversation they were having
The same (or similar) words had been said
a million times before
by them and by others.
Sometimes over wine, sometimes over beer
sometimes over coffee or those little Mexican tapas
that were popular for a while about ten years ago as
an alternative to cheese and fruit trays at parties
where people who considered themselves modern
than to serve Swedish meatballs
Their trajectory was predictable
which may have made it more comfortable for both of them
My job is incredible.
The wine/beer/coffee is good,
but not as good as [your favorite here]
Let’s go somewhere.
Sometimes, something flies up at you
while you’re driving
some bit of debris, a rock, a piece of cardboard
and you snap into full awareness of everything around you
The shock, the surprise, the unexpected suddenness of it
jerks you into to the present
His question was like that
Everything stopped. They both came unmoored from the script
Vertigo caught them and spun them
faster and faster
Neither knew what to do next
what to say
what the answer should be
what answer did he expect?
what answer did he feel safe giving?