. . . that was unexpected . .

he heard it

did he say it

Yesss

he heard himself say Yes

That was unexpected . . .

he heard it asif he was far off

 

he didnt try to talkhe knew he couldnt

                                         he thought a laugh bubbled in  That was unexpected then he went black   black  blackeryet

going out onto the porch he caught the amberorangetinged crescent moon just above the hill on the horizon yesterday by dumb luck 

            watched it slipout of the sky a long fearsome orca fin shark fin a moltenredorange dot then the sky where it was went black

a feral cat female he named wee walked on the porch rail before him  he petted her as he watched

                                                                                                        Well girl thank you for the company Well have a date tomorrow night too awright 

his fortune in life was his dumb luck 

Wha time is it to no one

                         Christ he stopped writinglet the pen fall to the page and bolted out of the studio up the hall crossed the livingroom the small game room to the screen door to the porch outside

wee mewed in the dark  he heard her leap up onto the railing

                                                                 he couldnt see herstill had too much light in his eyes

groping for the railingplacing his hand flat on top it she bumped his wrist with her headshe always led with her head

Hey girl wheres the moon he was slightly panicked didnt want to miss it he felt for her petted her abruptly then moved right he couldnt see the moon  furthur right just again there above the distant black hill  Dumb luck he sighed a wroughtiron café chair was between him the end of the porch he steppedup stood on the chair

wee moved down the railing to him but because he was on the chair she was out of reach

it was a deeper marbledamber this evening  the moon took its colour from the smoke in the atmospherefrom the wildfires burning north a bruised scythe teetering on the black hill it sank  a sullen boomerang tuna tail hammerhead dorsal blunted chevron flame then a molten dot then blacknesshaunted by the trail of light in his eyes how fortunate he was

sullenly wee leapt down onto the chair from the railingthe chair rocked she got caught between his feet he shifted them to accommodate her he must have stepped on her tail she lashed outscratched him he jerked his leg awaythe chair rockedhe lost his balancewent over the railing backwardslanded in the gravel around the firepit on the back of his headhis body torqued up snaggedleaned on the raw latticework under the porch

 

 

. . . that was unexpected . .

2357,  Thursday,  15  7. 21

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