Marc is attacked

Marc and Alana had a good time in Reno. 

They came to their dwellings. Nothing wrong. They are who they are. Marc woke up humming Elton John’s “Levon.” “And the New York Times said God is dead. Marc was feeling it. His internal iTunes mixed switched XTC’s “Dear God — Do you make mankind or did we make you?” 

And the songs played on. Marc decided not to say any morning blessings. He decided it was time for a break. He did religion in spurts and was ready to move away. These days it did nothing for him. He just said the words. He wondered about the truthfulness of it. It all seemed like a fairy tale.

He had some cereal and headed out. As he got toward the subway he started getting battered in glass. He was being hit on all sides. Jay nailed him in the forehead. Marc ripped off his shirt to use to clot the bleeding. He took a quick breather. He started firing pomegranates. He missed. He reloaded with honey. He missed.

Alana was nowhere to be found. He texted. No answer. He reached out to Anat. No answer. He was getting slammed. This never happened.

His blood was everywhere. He ran after Jay, who was screaming something about camp. Marc had no idea what he was saying. Jay is about two years older. They weren’t in the same group. Marc was in a group that offered better programming. People were jealous. They worked hard to create the best opportunities for the kids in camp. Many people are one with the Force. Marc is. But in his group, they sought to be one with the buffalo.

Marc kicked Jay. He fell back. Jay regrouped and let loose much larger pieces of glass. Marc was down. 

He needed a hospital. But kept on fighting. Jay retreated. Marc stood on the street bleeding.