My dipshit kitten has developed a taste for headphone wires. JUST headphone wires. She’s not all that interested in food. Looking it up, she could be longing for cat grass. Fair enough. I’ll pop down to the store and snag some fresh grass.
As I drove I did what I often do, I drifted into the novel. Specifically, I started thinking about my least developed character, code named “Moon”. He’s patterned a bit after The Stand’s Tom Cullen, not so much because I love Tom Cullen, but because M-O-O-N is a daily phrase, and he insisted on joining the team. Fair enough. But why the hell is he there? Ok, he can see the highway in the sky. It took me a bloody long time to figure out what the highway in the sky WAS, but he knew all along, and he led the others to it. Ok, great. What else? Hadn’t a clue.
So there I was, pondering this. I drove to the Petsmart, parked, and damn near banged into this asshole who had planted himself square (and I do mean square, for he was, himself, a perfect square) in the middle of the doorway to make a call. “Excuse me,” says I tersely, when I realize that he’s little more than a child. Meh, says I and thinks no more on it. I procure food and look for grass, only to be thwarted in the attempt. Normally there’s acres of the stuff. Would you believe there was a run on cat grass?
Covered in owl shit, I retreat.
When I banged into the square again on the opposite side of the door. He turned to me and pleasantly said “Hello, how are you?” The smile was nearly angelic. He didn’t miss a beat, he didn’t register my response. He was already out the door, down the parking lot and still on his cell phone. He was asking his father if he could hang out with Tristen.
The young man wasn’t a young man. He was perhaps mid 20’s and obviously … oh what the hell is the PC phrase for it these days? Growing up I would have said “retarded” and not mean it unkindly. Mentally challenged, let’s say. His body was softly rounded yet oddly squared, his face likewise a strange combination of perfect circles and squares. He had come in to visit the animals, forgotten why he was there, turned around and decided to visit his friend. But not before offering me a cheerful greeting in the parking lot that he forgot the moment it was uttered.
I have my Moon. Isn’t it astonishing how the world works?