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
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
