We should have crossed the river into St. Paul, visited with some of Fitzgerald's old haunts. I mean, I know we didn't have time to do . . . anything we had planned, but given that it was all for nothing anyway I think we should have made that short trip at the very least. Walked the strip. Bought a key chain.
What I'm saying is that I should have come home with something that lasted.
a bit of flash fiction for my friend matt.
ReplyDeleteIf you had a time machine, would you go hang out with Fitzgerald?
ReplyDeleteDo like. But don't worry-- nothing ever lasts!
ReplyDeletejennie! - i'm not sure that would be good news for either of our livers.
ReplyDeletemg! - but radioctive decay lasts forever! (i forget what zeno's paradox has to say in the matter, and i'm not looking it up because i don't wanna know.)
I don't know what it really is, but Zeno's Paradox would be a good name for a band.
ReplyDeleteKeychains are nice, but it's the little spoons with the state emblem on the handle that really scream 'classy lady'.
ReplyDeleteplus they're remarkably handy for pouring absinthe.
ReplyDeleteor so i've heard.
St Paul is the better city.
ReplyDeleteOne of the pint glasses she gave me already broke. Nothing lasts, you know.
And Zeno... ugh, smart people.
i still have a rock. from that place. that i will not remember.
ReplyDeletebut i still have it.
so there.
(also, i feel the need to mention that it has nothing to do with being smart, and everything to do with wackopedia.)
ReplyDeleteSpoon from London for Sir. Got it.
ReplyDeleteHeather Anne, are you implying that you think I'm a 'classy lady'? And if so, do you know something about me that I don't?
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