Candy coated wrecking ball.

I stand there at the construction site, its desolate and nearly silent.Its midnight and the only light is from some neon luminescents from a near-by rundown pool hall. Almost silent you asked. well there is a large piece of machinery running, A dark haired vixen in the seat, I watch the Bright pink bubble gum sphere slowly raise on a chain like a roller coaster climbing the first big hill. My eyes flick back and forth, from operator to the bright red jawbreaker. the operator and the orange everlasting gobstopper.The twenty ton sphere reaches its zenith. it hangs there waiting. My eyes fall on the Female.


I did buy the tickets, I made the contacts, I set up this show. I give the nod. she hesitates, but then cranks the lever with enthusiasm.

I'm wearing a dark suit, my best. My hair is cut short or I would have spiked it. my nails are trimmed and manicured. something I do out of habit, when I want to look my best. it burns time and calms my nerves. My brown eyes flecked with green are dilated as I stare at her. the wrecking ball swings, whistling as it plummets.

The arch catches and it comes toward me like blissful escape. I am a building that is not needed anymore. a vase heading toward the floor. A pane of glass staring at a pop fly sent from the vacant lot where the kids play next door.

I bite my lip.

Pop

The sound of a woman blowing a piece of bubblegum until it bursts.
it gets on her face.

The wrecking ball hits its mark.

Oblivian!

dust every where.

the man in the suit? gone.

dust, in the wind.

A gust

a gasp of air.

something new.

A man in a suit, sitting on a bench, brown and green flecked eyes, taking in the morning dew on a spring flower, fighting for survival in the summer heat.

motivation.

Surivival.

another new day.

opportunity at the price of tragedy.

A bad deal.

but ya take what you can get.


(comments welcome)