Bloke & Blondie Meet in the Street
Enter scene:
Extremely tall English bloke, pumped up, screaming through Pasadena in a Mini Cooper blasting Rammstein, stuck in second gear ... foot hammering the pedal like a metronome dipped in a glass of molotoved energy drink (the cheap big can) – freshly jacked-up from a the ka pows of a cheesy Kung Fu film.
He’s sweaty and ready for anything.
Also entering scene from left (west):
Tattooed toe to necklace, sweet faced Middle Westerner Girl, lovely despite the pent up past begging to beat down the back door of her lovely blues to get to you and a penchant for chain smoking skinny, hand rolled cigarettes (rolled earlier while watching an old episode of “Mad About You”) and humming “Gary Indiana” from “The Music Man” not quite under her breath all the while still finding a way to wand sexiness over her short, spring dress, covered in violet petals - tourmaline necklace hanging swankily above; her flapper, knee-high fringe boots taking care of the rest ... walks loftily in thought onto the crosswalk of an intersection sweating pebbles in the sun below a mean/green traffic light only two weeks away from retirement.
The first scene meets the second in the third:
Mini bleeds black tar from the road as the brakes take a smoke. Bloke’s head bounces off the seat rest, his eyes like pinballs trying to find the way back to square one. Back in the square, they fall on her - the tattooed goddess from down the street and up the stairs (one room studio in “one day this and one day that” Ville).
She doesn’t flinch. Turns calmly, a curse word teeming to her teeth ... but her blues meet his pinballs and the curse word sinks back down into the Scrabble bag of her belly and she instead – smiles.
He smiles.
Light turns orange.
Still smiling, she takes a puff of a skinny roll and gives him a tiny wink before making her way to the curb (waiting anxiously to catch a peek up her skirt).
He sits.
Honks, glares and uncaught curse words climb through the air around him, but he’s still watching her wave that wand.
It’s just an ordinary Wednesday (Hump Day as they say) ...
But now he believes in magic.
- Jack Piatt
