February 9, 2011 Bus Stop
WARNING: This post is nothing close to what you’ve come to expect from Faux Outrage. It’s not (supposed to be) funny. It’s not wacky, whimsical, or [some other descriptive word that begins with “w”]. Most importantly: it’s not true. I don’t know if you want to call it fiction or poetry or what, but whatever it is, it’s a deviation from the norm. So there. You’ve been warned. Enjoy!
I didn’t even know they made a 6:35 in the morning.
And yet, here we are, together, standing like statues in the sunlight, half-sleeping on the corner of Fifth and Maryland.
What a coincidence that we have the same goal: to leave Point A in the dust, to say goodbye to all of that. To leave everything behind except for the clothes on our back. To forget the past. Point A is a memory, already fading. Embrace the future! We have so much to look forward to. Think of Point B. Our Vatican! Our Jerusalem! Our Mecca! Our Mount Olympus! We will be there soon, standing high atop Point B, our giddy yelps unapologetically echoing throughout the distant valley below.
Without notice or regard, you suddenly yawn widely, wildly, sharp teeth blaring like a new set of speakers.
Like baseball fans doing the wave around a stadium in summertime, your yawn floats thoughtlessly from one soul to the next.
We are tired, our mouths agape in unison.
We are one.
We look shocked, to be honest, but I am certainly not.
We are a team, you and I.
We are yawn buddies, kindred spirits.
We are bus brothers of the morning.
We are anxious soldiers waiting to be deployed.
We are one!
And yet, for some reason you are far too enveloped in your ink-smudged copy of the Tribune to recognize this fact.
I want to rip the newspaper from your fumbling hands and set it on fire.
I am here!
It is 6:40 now and I swear there is dew collecting on my shoulders. This is the kind of theory that I would confirm if I weren’t so groggy and apparently glued to this rusted celery stalk of a lamp post. If You See Something, Say Something! an official-looking sign pleads vaguely.
“I see you’re reading the newspaper!”
“What?”
“The newspaper?”
“Yeah.” you say, still staring into the black and white void.
You didn’t even look up.
What happened to our plan?
I close my eyes and brace for a cool breeze that never arrives. Only the sporadic and unnatural gusts brought on by the Civics and Camrys and Corollas slicing through the silence placate my senses.
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Permalink # Jackie said
Dude, if you know this fellow bus-stopper well enough to know that you’re both going to Point B then you probably are already familiar with the newspaper reading behavior, and will likely have previously introduced yourself just to avoid awkward creeper moments like this…
Permalink # Jessica Ryckman said
I like the branching out to fiction. This is fun, keep it up 🙂
Permalink # Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson said
As you know, I’m workin on a book, so my blog – while still gettng a gazillion hits a day (at http://rasjacobson.wordpress.com) is taking a bit of a backseat on the bus right now.
As you also know, I’m fictionalizing my book from memoir and I’m finding it simultaneously exhilarating and exhausting. I do feel exposed when I write fiction – partially because I ASSUME (as your first reader did, despite your disclaimer) that everyone will assume it is true. So that is really scary.
It’s cool though. ANd I’m impressed, as always with your ability to create something so well crafted and complete. Wanna finish my book?
Did this take you 8 hours? Or 8 minutes? I never could tell with you.
Hey, one thing: Fix that ANNOYING error with line breaks. (“I see you’re r”) — otherwise, I’ll be obsessing about it all day.
Thanks for sharing with me. 😉
Permalink # Zach S. said
I can assure you this took me somewhere between 8 minutes and 8 hours. Once I found a direction to go with it, the whole thing came together fairly quickly.
Also, thanks for the heads up about the line break. It helps to have some anal retentive readers. 🙂
Permalink # Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson said
Is there a hyphen between anal and retentive? 😉
Permalink # Renée A. Schuls-Jacobson said
By the way, there is a little something for you on my bloggie. Thought you might like it. 😉
Permalink # KeeKs said
You need outta DC, dude.
Permalink # F.O.Y.E.R. 2011 « Faux Outrage said
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