Heroics

He woke up, ate, and left. He needed air. He'd needed air since the night before when he had discovered that place. That land. The undiscovered country. The flag raising kind of town, that at one point he thought had shaped him. He came to realize that was so very far from the truth. Leaving was the best thing he'd ever done. Now he was a hero. A champion.

There was a car parked outside the celebration. It was between a tree and a wall. "That's it," she said. "I will take it. I will run with it!" She then walked up to the bar and order a Manhattan. With a cherry. Because a lady always knows. It's a fact that need not be proven. He could then smell the fear, the anticipation... Damn, those cucumbers are ripe. And this time, this season will be fruitful.

© 2010 Lee Greenfeld