there was a faint tinge of irredeemable hanging in the air above the patio twenty feet down  like sour fruit   spoiling  

he was lighter than he thought or he was amped more than he realised

he yanked the magicphone out of his hand

the punk was recording him

                     safe in his No Fear tshirt

the trouble with slogans

you begin to believe them

all you have to do is believe

as if by abracadabra and wondrous notions youre empoweredyou possess their ludicrous persuasion  incantation

No Fear didnt mean he could fly

it didnt mean he could right him from plummeting upsidedown

he hurled the magicphone against the retaining wall

it smashed throwing off bits of itself like glitter or fairydust

then some fear distilled into his eyes

like a smattering of light glinting off a dark sea

See

   sometimes things end badly

maybe his Superman cape would unfurl in the nick of time

Nope  No cape
then the thud and smash a broken melon 

Ah   the sour fruit fruit gone bad

a white shard erupted just beneath the base of his skull

his backbone

he was pretty sure the kid didnt feel a thing

there was nothing to do about the horror before impact

he told him

he warned No Fear

Dont mess with my anonymity

anonymity digs being anonymous

not very hard to understand

stooping he picked up pieces of the magicphonestuffed them in his pockets

he wondered briefly if the kids parents had activated its GPS Naw   maybe some of the very fine grains that shimmered on the concrete was it

he stripped his tshirt off swept the tiny bits into a storm drain in the gutter  

the kidd be missing dinner

the boxed microwavable platter stored in the fridge

all he had to do was nuke it

such was dinner  absent parents   passable nutrition

he turned his tshirt insideout and put it on

he grabbed the kids backpack where it fell slung it over his shoulder and walked home

he burned it in his firepit

irredeemable

1518,  Monday,  9  10. 17