Blue’s Wednesday
“Sunday's on the phone to Monday,
Tuesday's on the phone to me…”
Blue wasn’t sure how he felt about Wednesdays. The cops
were nowhere to be found, and the motorcycle women
outside in the parking lot would toss back beers and shout
rude remarks to the old men walking their wives’ Chihuahuas
along the hedges. Even the grey squirrels seemed spooked.
So Blue would lock himself indoors on Wednesdays, fiddle
with his chopsticks and practice his Japanese. If the phone
rang, he’d let the machine take it and try anagrams instead:
heart, earth, hater. Then what? No golden parachutes in this story.
Blue counts backwards from a hundred. Thursday will be better.
Process Reflection: The topic was Wednesday, even though it was assigned on Thursday. Pretty much a road map from there, from John Lennon through Charles Simic and out into the Blue. Necessity is the mother of invention.
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