Rocky Sat Down on the I-Beam
This week’s stichomancy prompts were pulled from the menu of a local watering hole. Our critique group used the bar as an emergency backup meeting location once when our regular haunt was unexpectedly closed. Lucky for us, the menu was full of interesting phrases, ripe for the picking.
- tuna croissant
- Jamaican me crazy
- glass or pitcher
- and a splash of cream
- so it tastes like sugar
Rocky sat down on the I-beam to eat his tuna croissant 80 stories above the noisy street. Irv sat beside him and unpacked his usual: macaroni and a splash of cream. Rocky often wondered about Irv.
“You been down in the sixties lately?”
Irv meant the levels where the building’s interiors were coming together. Up here it was still all exposed steel, but a few hundred feet down they were painting the walls and moving in furniture. Rocky grunted and shook his head.
“One place in there, gonna be a pet store. Lotsa cages.”
In fact, it was a laboratory.
“And above that, they got mini-golf with real sand traps, only insteada sand it’s some other kinda stuff so it tastes like sugar.”
Rocky often wondered about Irv.
“When you go down there, make sure not to touch any of the glass or pitcher winders.”
Rocky grunted again. Maybe Irv would soon be done talking.
“Well, can’t sit around all day. Foreman tells me, ‘Jamaican me crazy!’ and swings his dreads around. Freaks me out.”