Thursday, January 19, 2012

Gary and Jenny

Based upon things I've actually seen walking through Seattle.

A couple short stories.


Gary was a large man; he didn’t hide it. And the weather wasn’t going to make him. He had on his cargo shorts, his tube socks, and his rocking out t-shirt to go with his awesome hardcore rock hairdo. He didn’t mind that there was snow falling lightly around him, or that the roads had turned into big piles of slush.

He was headed to 7-11 and no one could stop him. So he naturally was in a rocking mood.

At the light a bus stopped in front of the cross walk. And Gary had his stage. He started in with a guitar solo, “neer, whaaa, ne-weearrrgh, yeah!”

His body moved to the beat in his head. His arms flailed wildly. He took exaggerated steps and pounded out the awesome solo with his feet. He stopped in front of the bus and looked at the bus driver. The two stared at each other for a moment. Gary stopped his dancing.

Then resumed; with more force. Because being Gary meant rocking it out all the time. And not rain nor snow would stop his mission to rock out whenever he felt it necessary.


Jenny couldn’t find a sled. But the hill was full of snow. And she wanted to go down so badly. She had on her skinny jeans and her awesome hipster boots; her brown down coat, and her pixie cut hairdo. Jenny knew what she wanted out of life. And right now she saw a sledding hill that needed a sled. The road had been closed because it was far too steep to drive up or down. But it was excellent for sledding.

There were no sleds around. The tragedy of living in a clean city is a lack of sledding materials; cardboard boxes, plastic bags, and container lids--absent. Jenny surveyed the scene and found her solution. Of course! The sign that was used to close the road. Just fold up the legs and use the slick metal surface as a sled.

She put it on the ground; kicked it a little. It slid a little. She kicked it again; it slid again. Jenny paused and looked around, shrugged and committed.

Jenny laid down on her stomach and thrust herself down the hill. Her makeshift sled moved a foot and stuck firmly in the snow. She thrust herself again, the sled was just stuck a bit. A little more gravity would loosen her from her rut. She scooted and pushed inching further down the grade. Then it came unstuck, and she cruised down the hill. Down and fast she picked up speed.

Then she was out of control. Too fast, too wild. Her eyes went wide as she heard the sound of traffic turning into the road that was closed.