The Warmth of My Sincerity

At a stoplight, I looked over. The minivan cab next to me had two passengers occupying a single seat behind the driver.

The girl straddled her boy. She kissed away his look of surprise and glee fiercely. She started to glide back and forth across his lap, gently but firmly.

He’s going to get some when he gets home, I thought.

She didn’t want to wait.

Reaching between her legs, she freed him and adjusted, sinking onto his lap. He looked shocked… in the best possible way.

She rose and fell against him hard enough to rock the cab. I looked at the driver; he favored me with a “What can you do?” shrug.

After a few more moments, the driver turned and spoke through the partition. The girl stopped bouncing, moving into a slow grind and a passionate kiss.

The light turned green.

Say What I Know You’ll Say

I’m trying to get used to the time difference; it’s only 1:15am in Las Vegas.

Sometimes, like now, by tricky method of beating time changes by sleeping while traveling backfires. I have five hours to shower, sleep, eat, and leave the house.

I have a feeling tomorrow will be a very long day. I’ve not been well lately; I hope that some semblance of rest can change that.

No matter how I feel, I’m glad to be home. There are things here that I am only too happy to be able to return to.

I Held You Closer

I woke up a little late, but not too late that I was going to be late. The extra few minutes of sleep were very well received by my tired body.

The sky was overcast, but the weather was as perfect as it has ever been in my world. It was raining lightly, intermittently. The temperature was as lovely as I could have asked, just right for my sweater and jacket.

As it happened, there was no rush. As soon as I got in the subway station, the train rolled to a stop, and I got on. There was an ever-so-slight delay, but I was still five minutes early to meet my friend for our work-related day trip.

We went to the coffee shop where I used to work. Behind the counter stood my favorite-ever coworker, who also happens to be one of my closest friends. She genuinely lit up when she saw me.

It made me happy to see someone I love so soon in the day, and unexpectedly.

We made our way, the straggling holiday vacationers opening the way with their absence.

The workday was, for me, uneventful. I read a little, packed a few boxes. I was also given a pair of gifts: Andrei Tarkovsky’s Solaris and David Cronenberg’s The Fly.

The drive home was almost surreal. The roadway was not empty; there are too many people for that to be the case in any situation. Nevertheless, the cars were moving, moving with speed and grace, considerate, something I never believed I would see here.

I met another of my closest friends for dinner. We had Italian and ice cream (not gelato), and I was unconcerned about the cost; it just felt good to be with someone who cares about me.

I came home late, showered, and fell asleep with Solaris silently casting shadows across my eyes.