from the cold of a wet autumn rain.
She wore a bright flourscent blue viny hooded rain poncho. I was in a white t-shirt with a newspaper over my head. I was soaked everywhere but the top of my head and the newspaper was now useless.
Pause for a note:
Kill you darlings.-Faulkner? or Fitzgerald? Who?
The first novel you should destroy your family in. Then you can start writing well.-Shirley Jackson
End Pause.
The coffee shop, a neighborhood hangout had that warm inviting fire glow despite there not being a fireplace. There were two couples and a gang of five, with two shop clerks. One of whom had ring in his right nostril, the other who had a stream of metal silver for her left eyebrow. I wondered how that was done as I apoligzed for accidentely hitting the woman in the blue flouresecnt poncho’s purse out of her hands. I bent down to help her [ock it up and it was one of thos moments whe ntime stands still and you look up and everyone,but eeryone is looking ate you, and there doesn’t seem to be a sound in the whold world, but the next tick of a wall clock that must be in the room somewhenre but you don’t remeber seeing and that the next move yo maek could make or break your life forever soyou swart internally but know you can’t freeze time and have to react and you’re afreaid owhich action to take because while there’s always more than one right and one wrong action to take, it always feels like there’s one right acdtion and amillion wrong actions to take and if you dont’ take any then how can you be wrong but living life-you often just ahve to be (which was all goign throug my head as the newspaper fell off my head on to her and my hnad grabbed her hand instead oher purst ena snd eshe looked at me and I could see she was trying relaly hard not to smile. I prayed for someone to laugh to loosenthe rension, because Ijust couldn’t I was so embarrased. But no one luahged and she go ther purse and place her order and mine Na I found myself standing
