Category: Fiction

Weeks after the wreck Dan sat on his couch watching television.  He’d gone on a bender and Mary wasn’t pleased.  Sometimes they drank together but Mary was a lightweight and prone to nasty hangovers.  Three days ago she had called in sick to work and thrown up all day.  Subsequently she had lost all desire to drink.  Dan’s back and neck were bothering him from the car accident, though he already suffered chronic back pain working construction over many years.

“I’m going to get out of this racket,” Dan said often.

“And do what instead?” Mary always responded.

It was as far as the discussion went.

On a stifling summer day many years ago, Ana and her brother Dan first created the MMV - a Melted Marshmallow and Velveeta cheese sandwich. They were inspired, as so many kids are, by television. Their mom and only parent was at work, leaving the siblings home alone. They were watching a movie which showed the kind of American kids they only saw on TV, making s’mores while camping in the great outdoors. It was then that Dan came up with the idea.

“Let’s go camping, right here, you and I!”

When my mom and I were sitting on her bed talking about life, she shared that her work as a therapist was thriving. Her days as a social worker at an agency were now over, and she loved having her own practice. She even took some Fridays off. She seemed more relaxed overall. Suddenly I blurted out, “I met someone at school, and we are dating and it’s been about two months and it’s going well and I’m so happy.” “Oh, that’s great. Tell me about him.” A big pause ensued.

“Just the one drink for you all tonight, huh?” Daisy says, and flashes them her most waitressly smile. She practices it every morning in the mirror, the quick flick of the chin down, the dimples shining toward them, the curling of one side of her lips, the dancing, twitching, of her left pupil. Boss said she should practice, because when she was first hired, she would scowl, unknowingly, at every customer. You gotta sell it, the boss said.

I could get lost in my small hometown when it rains. A whirling dervish of directional confusion. How I made it out of the state, I’ll never know.