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The day couldn't have gotten much worse. My car broke down on the busy freeway-
A slow leaking tire-and an overheated owner, why complain. Though traffic was
moving in slow motion, it seemed as if I was speeding, walking, my normal pace-
why bother asking for a ride-they weren't getting off the next exit any quicker
than I was. Some moments in your day should die and fade out, or else we burden
ourselves with the subliminal mood ring and fake our way, like it doesn't
bother. It does. An hour in the raising asphalt heat climbs up your legs and
the sticky sweat clings to your skin like melting marshmellows in a campfire.
I followed the exit caustiously, as we all know this is where we speed up, not
slow down. Looking over my shoulder, then habitually both ways on a one way street-city blinders on when your on the highway, double time when getting off.
There was a quenching sign that advertised the usual overstuffed,filled with
the frills double-triple-combo with a cup, a cup of cola! I raced like Carl
Lewis into the surreal overpass, echos of impatient cars above raining down in
here like a million screaming thirsty runners all going for the same prize!
The combo place, oh ya baby-miles off my worn out soul needed replenishing, now!
C...L...O...S...E...D.! I had to do it, then looking around like the only one
who DID know they were closed on Sunday, still didn't lessen the appeal of the
fat cup of cola. I was a stranger here. My frustration worn out, and that little
glow of temptation now too real. I was getting scared. Not the "mugger coming"
scared, more like, being in the unemployment line with number 129, and she
grabs for the "window closed" sign, type scared. I would settle for a fry and
coke. Ok...a small, no a large fry and coke. Well, a large fry and a small coke.
That would make me unscared, that would help me regain my service to myself, and
think, yes think about where and what...what? What am I doing here? This place
is closed. Been closed for years. The highway traffic in slow motion. There was
no one in the cars. And the noise above, raining down from the sky. Then a flash
of light...another flash of light...

D.E.M.-04-exerpt from "The sky rained supreme"-fiction


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