Every Friday the animals gather and occupy the two street corners across from my store
|The Hawks are always on the south-east corner across from my store hollering at cars and waving placards about Kill-em All, Let God Sort-em Out. The Doves across from them more subdued smiling and waving at the people, their placards saying, Make Love Not War and Practice Peace.|
The Hawks sometimes cross and physically threaten the Doves and I go out and stop them by threatening to call the police. I usually suffer a few verbal slings and arrows, but I show them my phone and say, “One word to the cops is all it’ll take.”
A year ago she started dancing up and down the street wearing a full fox-head mask, a bushy tail and a hangman's noose as a necklace, the big knot separating her breasts. She's tall with a very nice body, but I have no idea who she is; I've never seen her face. No one else knows or will tell me. She makes a beautiful animal.
Today she danced to the center of my windows and stopped. I own a rock shop selling mineral specimens and jewelry and I see all types from geologists to nut-cases. She gestured me out and handed me a polished crystal, a perfect Rhodochrosite worth over five-hundred. She laughed at my startled expression and said, "It's about time you noticed me."
"I've noticed you dancing for over a year."
"Why didn't you say something?"
"I don't mess with customers, Beth."
"I've waited a year for you to ask me out, now I'm going to succeed. I'm going to kidnap you."
“I have a store, I can’t be kidnapped now, how about at eight?”
“Should I bring something?”
“Just you will do.”
That started everything good in my life again.