2020 California Fires

 Saw the headline

    2020 California Fires

and for a second thought it was the number burning

I Told Time

I told time
and time listened
.

Nurse Dima

Ages ago a lady and I were planning for international travel and shots were in order.

The charming vaccinating nurse swooned for what she saw between us, which she named boldly and unhesitatingly. There was nothing indecorous in her manner– her flirtation sweet and innocent, stemming from earnest wonderment as she momentarily bemoaned her own solitary lot. 

Wanting to know how we met, then fantasizing impractically about placing herself into the same situation because –starry-eyed and gazing–  “I’d be happy with someone like either of you…”

“Oh, Nurse Dima!” we both exhaled exaltedly, once out the door, a touch astonished and just perhaps more than a wee bit smitten.

Wishing vaccination and love to that fine practitioner of the medical arts, wherever and whoever she is.

You all, too.

Overheard on walk:

man– "I didn't think you were going to kill it and throw it away, okay!?"

woman– "I told you I would."

I Wrote A Scandal

I wrote a scandal and passed it off as a memoir.

The reviews were horny.

The paste-up posters proliferated, on barricades and online.

The sweet sound of secess was burglarizing the airwaves,

and the new Miss America soared through them 'til they carried her song.

Farmingly They Went

Farmingly they went about planning the architecture of distribution.

Egalitarian detour.

Then it came down to business.

OT 06/25(2)0(2)0

There I was, minding my own business - well, I was on a case, tailing a lead, but otherwise minding my own business - when this unrepentant hottie walks up from the other side of my café au lait and drops this news on me:
– The cops already cracked it."

The cops, the cops I think. They would crack it all wrong, and worse they'd crack it further.
– The cops?" I ask

– Did I say cops?" smiles the hottie. – I meant the company." and with that, is gone.

The company, the company I think. Not the company I keep, though. Not in ages. This was not the case I thought I was on. I don't know what I was on, and that I suddenly knew. Something in the café. Did the hottie drop it in there, while dropping the news? Or was that a fair warning, and if so… then who?

I had to get on my feet, into my transport, and out of there while I still could. Surely my apprehension would give way to being apprehended if I could not elude that couple in the shade; that was clear to see, they were a bit on the nose, strictly central casting in mountain time. I headed, counter to my nature and placing my moniker in bright relief, lurchingly into the sun. Overcoat Thrust, the world's detective, for all to see.

I was trained to combat such effects introduced into my natural system. Trained by the company. The training stuck. It was awakened now, long dormant. I brought it forth thru a trick of focus, and the result took me from the border of the witching hour to the reins of high noon in a few increasingly confident steps. No longer did I need strive for the escape of my transport. I turned assuredly toward the couple from across the courtyard and pulled back the shade. They withered and shrieked. Devils.

Whoever tried to giving me the slip only to slip me something had devils in their employ. Devils work cheap, when you've got 'em where you want 'em. But I went one better. I had them exactly where I needed them be. They were beholden to my beckoning now. The cloven game was afoot.