I greeted the morning the only way that makes sense. I groaned.
I groaned some more as I pried me off the sheet. Several thousand
maniacs were raising hell out in the street. I muttered dreadful
threats, dropped my feet into the abyss beside my bed. My threats
didn’t scare up any peace.
Pain blazed from my right temple to my left, ricocheted,
clattered around inside my skull. I must have had a great time. I
told me, “You got to quit drinking that cheap
beer.”
The guy jacking his jaw was yakking way too loud. I clapped a
hand over his mouth. He shut up. I used my other hand to open a
curtain a peek. I had some morning-mad notion that by looking I
could grab a clue about all that racket.
A club of sunshine whacked me right between the eyes. Like to
laid me out. Gah! An ill omen for sure. These bright days are never
kind. Everybody I ran into would be just like the weather: warm and
sunny. Argh! I was in the mood for low overcast and light drizzle,
maybe with a frigid south wind.
I peeled layers of fried skin off my eyeballs, took another
look. Where there is life there is hope.
“Well.” Across Macunado, standing out like she might
be the source of the brightness, was a trim piece of work who would
have no trouble making the short list for girl of my dreams. She
looked right at me, like she knew I was watching. My toes curled.
Wow!
