"...but recessed lighting is REALLY what I want, see? It looks so much more sophisticated."



He says this as he loads the pipe once more and then looks around in the smoky kitchen for the lighter. In the background "Veterans Day Poppy" by Captain Beefheart is playing in the background.

"Of course I can't afford that now, see? He lights the pipe and takes a huge drag....holds it...and then releases an enormous plume of smoke.

" I (cough) have a friend at Home Depot though. (coughs some more) He gets a 20% discount or something."



I'm nodding my head trying to follow this whole conversation but my mind is elsewhere. I'm thinking about somebody who is far away. Wondering what she's doing right now. Wondering if she's thinking of me at this moment.



"I also know a master electrician although I'm sure I can put em' in myself, see? I've done things like that before."

The music changes.



Now Mick Jagger is singing that he see's a red door and wants to paint it black.



( She said she didn't wanna' go out of town for the weekend....but she went anyway. Why would

she do that? I roll this in the back of my head as my friend goes on)

.

"See those ceiling fans, Bro?" He points upward. I obediently look upward . I see two very nice Hunter ceiling fans, one is on circulating the smoke around the confines of the apartment. "I installed those myself. No big deal. The hardest part was getting them balanced." He inhales on the pipe some more.



Mick sings that he's seen people turn their heads and quickly look away.



( I'm sure she just wanted to go away for awhile.)



"Wiring em' was tricky. Old house....the wires were just a cluster-****...." he's moving his hands around as he gestures wildly...



Mick sings "...No colors anymore. I want them to turn black..."



( I assume she thinks about me. But now.. at this moment....no.)



"Whoever wired this place initially had absolutely no idea what they were doin'. I'm surprised he didn't electrocute himself or set this place on fire or, God..." He lights the pipe again.



Mick wonders what would happen if he looks hard enough into the setting sun.



(Yea...everybody needs to get away once in awhile....)



"...who knows what coulda' happened......?"

Your short stories are pretty OK..

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stopped in for a glimpse-nice job!

interesting parallel of all 3 things going on to arrive at the same place in the end......coolio!

I enjoyed

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