Call it Thursday he wrote

                           felt it was still Wednesdaya lingering Wednesday  traveltrashed so he compelleddemanded Thursdayshrugging off the remains of Wednesday

   he also was trying to shrug off a dream that woke him

                                                             which troubled him

he struggled with its meaning through the day in the air in the airports among the milling surging bodies he usually enjoyed people watching but even they couldnt distract him today

   THURSDAY

he determined the two of the dreamed incidents were reiterating what hed known a long time

                                                                                                   COMMITMENT or rather COMMITCEMENT

once committed he was unshakeable

the first incident was him driving a car descending a steep grade the road crumbling under the tires oddcorrupted sections of pavement like drifting icefloes sliding left sliding off the gradedearth no guardrails   horror  etched on the faces of drivers and occupants as they went OVER  doomed

                                                                  a car he avoided drifted sideways in front of himpumped the brakesavoided a collision which may have likely aided the driver though earlierfurthur up the hill the same driver forced other cars over the side to oblivion?he didnt know  wasnt willing to find out horror isnt etched without reason

he soughtfought the car to the shoulder as it meltedoozed onto the dissemblingroad clots of concreteroad shabby rock gravel he slalomed spun somehow kept the vehicle descending  avoided the rotting edge

                                                                                               somehow  made flat level ground

committed

second was a blind leap into treetops slick courses of mist from a cliff occurred to him as he approached it was suicidal however he had given his word to a cohort who was trappeddoomed if he couldnt free them

                                                                                                           he was thin hope

the thinnest hope

his hope was the duffel he carried before him tethered to his waist a length of rope between themhed follow its descent

he hoped itd be shieldenough

throwing himself over the edge he casted the duffel at his feet  fell eyeswide

                                                                                 COME WHAT MAY

he was committed to seeing it through

evenif he damaged or killed himself

he wouldnt recoil

didnt pauseCOMMITCEMENT

give ones word

cant renege

have to be good to it or one isnt credible isnt honest has lied

possibly a third incident lurked

                                 it reveledspooled in the back of his head as he plummeted  ran like opaquefilm in his eyes but not enough to obscure the approaching treetops if he survived the fall he was to assault a “friends” house a stout black house few windows mounted high in the walls to look out one would have to stand on something

friend knowingly stabbed him in the back lied to himNot that he was surprisedhe suspected there were too many asideshints  actions   he disregarded his words actions   he disregarded his words

   Commitment

is not loyalty

Commitmentcommitcement is not an oathfealty to another 

it is a promise to ones self

bold

     because sometimes ones commitment leads them into harms way  they see it coming

dreaming he smiled ridiculous large he survived the fall through the treetops the snaking mist  surprise

he smiled thinking that someone thought hed flinch pull back

                                                                 smiled  that someone would think he was bluffing

   he was committed

approaching 0000hours,  Wednesday/Thursday,  20/21  9. 23

1313,  Saturday,  23  9. 23

his brother handed him a plain brown paper lunchbag There you go.   From me to you.

his brother was funny

something inside it clinked

Shoud I guess wha it is

Do you want to guess?

I think I ought to

Are you going to shake it?

I am not 

         Cin used to shake her gifts  I threatened to wrap a bomb for her thadbe detonated by vigorous motion

Obviously you never did.

No

   Though Id always warn her say Russian roulette  Ya feelin lucky punk

Eastwood.

Dirty Harry

   So are you feeling lucky?

Stop Yare late to the game 

he didnt shake it felt its weight

                                  Ill guess

his brother wore his classic pokerface  he was sitting at his parents kitchen table smoking cigars sipping beers when they were in high school when he won a seventy dollar pot  Queen highcouldnt help himself had to show it off  nobody ever knew whawas in his hand  he made a great Marine while he was in

Guess away.

   Marbles You found my marbles

No pokerface it split with delighted laughterI did.     

opening the bag Yadid  different coloured catseyes

Vintage.

         Old like you.

Has to be Lost em a long time ago

Yahyadid; misplaced them. he nodded  Yadid.

                                                  hed always been unhappy with him that he lived out of statecross the country away  the rest of the familythe siblingsall nine remained in state within twenty minutes of each other  but he was the kid that his father introduced as This is my son, Joe, he isn’t going to live here when he grows up.

Couldnt renege on that welch on a promise wasnt what he was made of who he was

hed always been unhappy with him because he the oldestfelt he was obliged to stay home

that conversationwhenever he returned for a visit resurfaced the underlying glue of their relationship not that it was necessary they loved each other deeply their street fighting back-to-back was neighbourhood notorious win or lose  ugly fights

in addition to his missing marbles they were too late for him was a GINORMOUS AGES 6+ pink speckled egg HATCH’EMS Flamingos WATCH THEM GROW AGAIN & AGAIN!

                                                                I remembered correctly, you like flamingos.

he smiled I do Thank you yare very thoughtful  Comere they threw their arms around each other kissed hard separating  Yare an awfully good polack bro

As you, as you. I miss you, man.

I miss you too

   a little ache bittersweet stitched his heart  lifes choices

1018 ofcourse it was,  Saturday,  23  9. 23

Dirty Harry  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=abmULTYJJEg

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