Friday, September 14, 2012
Excerpt from 'Parts of Noah' (7): Noah meets Dizzy and the Bus Incident
At the bus stop, there was a girl whose life story I knew from the moment I looked at her. She wasn’t even sweating, so I should have known what I was up against. How many of you have said the same. What are you up against? Watching her made my thoughts flow quickly, just a series of images flickering before my eyes, pictures that reminded me of her. Sunflowers. Cheesecake. A cold shower on a hot day. Her eyes were closed, her lips were moving, and she must have been singing a song from her memory because her ears held no earphones, only two earrings, dangling, homemade. She was standing off the edge of the curb, perfectly balanced, barefoot, her heels out in open air. On the bench I was her audience, and there was not another soul around us. No humans, no animals, no demons. She didn’t move so I got used to her quickly and my mind returned to my stagnant, old thoughts. I wondered if the skeleton lady was dead in her grave yet. I also wondered if Cash’s dad had risen yet. I wondered if Cash’s shotgun missed, where that bullet would end up. The girl stepped forward and opened her eyes, blinking from sunrays and winning me over like only a complete stranger can. The bus appeared behind her and she spun around and stepped in, not acknowledging the driver at all, and not paying.