Thursday, October 27, 2011

Sunsets in Sunset


The orange arms of the sunset embraced them from behind. They sat on the porch of a house on Prospect St., edge of the neighborhood, right before a brightly lit downtown. Their beers sat sweating on the round faux glass patio table where they both had their feet up. She wiggled her toes covering the Bank of America building with her big toe.  
“Do you remember that bit from SNL?”
“Which one?” he asked.
“Remember, they did that thing with their fingers and they’d crush someone’s head. They’d say “I crush you!”
She turned to him mashing her index and thumb finger together her voice deepening in an odd Slavic like accent giggling.
                “No, dork!” He laughed and shook his head. 
 He reached for his dewy Heineken. She watched his profile, the Adam at the center of his neck rolling up and down as he swallowed. It was almost the end of summer and much of their time had been spent on this porch. She reached for the rainbow colored glass pipe and lighter on the table, the sound of the lighter igniting and a deep inhale followed. She passed the pipe to him and he used it to point at the large two story house across the street.
                “How much do you think that house is?”
                “I don’t know. It depends on the house. Not cheap I’m sure ‘cause of where we are,” she said voice gritty with exhalation.
                “There’s this dude that lives there. I hardly ever see him, but he seems pretty friendly. He waves, doesn’t complain when that house gets a little,” he pointed to the one next to it, “crazy,” he paused as he took a hit, “I wish I could buy that house though.  That would be cool sit on the top balcony, rent the bottom floor. Just do up keep and shit. It’d be a cool little deal. You know?”
She was nodding when they heard a loud noise, not a bang or pop, but a thud that echoed from the very house they had just been talking about. They turned to look at each other.
                “What the fuck was that?”

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