Five Minutes - 3D

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Five Minutes

Imagine sitting herein a wooden chair with Chinese soft somethings under your ass, leaning on agreen laminated particle board twice processed table. You’ve been here for awhile. You’re miserable because you hate your job. You wait for the accenteddrawl of the guest social media marketing specialist from Tuscaloosa to endlike a root canal. You wait for his mouth to seal like two slices on a grilledcheese sandwich. You wait for the grizzly meat speckled jaws of Hell to open upbeneath the floor and swallow all these lifeless marketing representatives,including yourself. If only God showed mercy.

Imagine you’re aguy. Imagine there is a pretty girl watching this same thing in this same room.Long high heeled legs, blue jeans, and a nice enough shirt to pass for businesscasual among a bunch of old overweight men. Nobody questioned the blue jeans.Between the smile, the eyes, and the laugh she could have worn a poncho andnobody would have blinked. The laugh sealed it. A laugh like a woman about tosprout her hidden wings and fly home.

She giggled a lot inthe theater but we had a good time. We quit our jobs and moved into a bananapeel yellow Winnebago. We drove and lived for a long time in big places. AMidwest town enveloped us. We started a business, Wreckords and More. Ourdaughter was beautiful. She looked like Audrey Hepburn at ten years old.

“Shotgun,” her dadsaid to me with a grin in a white tuxedo. I chuckled because that’s whatmarried men do. I remember our daughter trying on her mom’s jeans and likingthem because they were retro. She went to an expensive college with lots ofbrick buildings. We moved to the coast in a white cottage with a blue door. Ipainted the door before we unloaded the truck. It smeared on my shirt when wemoved the couch in. We started a new business. All You Can Read, a usedbookstore. We had beautiful chairs. Beautiful dark wicker chairs. Her legs barebeneath a polka dot skirt. Veined the way black streaks run through whitemarble statues of goddesses. She hands me a glass of water with half a lemonslice floating on top and smiles.

Stop imagining. Thepresentation is over. We stand. We walk down the stairs.

“Excuse me,” I say,“Would you like to see a movie?