Her Numbers to Ten

Suza knew her numbers to ten and had a pretty good idea how to get to twenty after that.  She could sing the whole alphabet though she only knew A, B, C, S (for Suza), and W for unknown reasons.  Suza knew all the colors most people needed to know except her darks and lights.  For Suza, blue was just blue whether in her sky or in her jeans.

“Daddy.  Daddy.  Daddy, can I go ou’side?” she asked.

“Daddy, can I go ouTside?” her Father repeated back to her.  He’d been doing this more and more lately.  At first Suza thought he was asking her the question which confused her because she knew she wasn’t ‘Daddy’, but she usually told him yes anyway or whatever answer she wanted.  He explained to her that he wanted her to correct how she asked the question.  She should just say what he said the way he’d said it.

“Can I go oudside?”

“Yes, Sweetie.  You can go ouTside.”

Her Father almost never said no to going outside so it seemed like an awful lot of work just to get out the door, but once Suza swung into the sky on her swing it was worth the effort.

“Will you come swing me?” she asked before closing the door all the way—another important thing to do.

“Yes but in a minute.  I need to finish reading this letter.”

“OK.”

Day 373

Needing Goggles

Hrenik licked his fingertip before resetting the contact lens in his left eye.  He’d slept in them again.  He closed his eye hard and swirled his eyeballs under the lids.  Then did them up and down, then back and forth.  He stretched the lids out and blinked a few time till he was satisfied with the their fit.  He ended with rubbing a bit of goo out of the corner.

“Mother fucker, dude.  Never do that again.”

“¿Qué?” Hrenik asked.

“For starters you’re in my face.  Too close.” Ed measured the short distance from his chest to Hrenik’s with his finger like an angry clock pedulum.  “And your eyes are ridiculously fucking huge.  I don’t even know why the fuck that is.  Are you part fucking fish?”

Hrenik stepped back.  And started to say, “Yo no…”

“I know you’re not a fish.”  Ed’s freakout anger cooled quickly with the extra space.  “Sorry dude.  I’m just…just tired…you know?”

Hrenik cocked his head in an avian way to indicate the group of beings with them in the woods outside of Kansas City.  “Lo sé. Estamos todos cansados”.

“Dude.”  Ed reached to click the knob on Hrenik’s translator.  “I’m American.  Not fucking Mexican.”

“Lo sient…orry.”

“Gracias,” Ed said.

Day 368

Year One Complete

Brian punched Michael in the stomach then shoved his hunched over photographer away from the arched doorway. Again.

“I said you can’t come in.”

Michael stumbled down the few steps Brian had just become the king of. He sputtered and collapsed when he abruptly hit the tiled patio thinking there were more steps. A professional photographer for over ten years now, his instinct to sling his camera hand back from impact and to shrug his opposite shoulder in a way to minimize the damage done to his gear bag didn’t even register as his knees met the ground. Ultimately his forehead meeting one of the steps arrested his fall.

“Sorry,” said Brian. He didn’t move to help Michael.

Another photographer, tall and lean and probably a woman, broke from the pack gathered on the patio to help Michael to a seated position. She said, “Shit dude! He’s your photographer.” Brian shrugged.

“He’s been warned. You’ve all been.” Brian didn’t bother to address the crowd, but instead spoke directly to the woman as if she’d become their spokesperson. She rose from Michael’s side to confront Brian, but Michael grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t bother Cecilia,” Michael whispered. Then louder, “He’s made his point.”

“Good. Then I won’t need to hurt anyone else. Get back to the food and the band.”

Day 365