Jay was making good time in his stolen truck. Safely he drove and kept within the speed limits. He had no identification. If he got pulled over and fingerprinted his ID would light right up and he’d be back in handcuffs. Of course, he always managed to escape.
Marc was sitting on top of a bus singing “Pulling mussels from the shell.” The bus should be pulling into the Port Authority Bus Terminal any minute now. He would jump off and swipe his MetroCard for the E subway line.
Alana was starting to go crazy. She was slowly starting to worry about her pomegranate boy. She knew she couldn’t be without him. She’d beat him when he walked in. She has no problem with him skipping town for a few days, but she needed to know where he was and when he was coming home.
Anat had a wonderful Tu B’Shevat Seder with Jerry. She cried a little thinking about the ones her grandparents use to conduct. They always gave her extra dried fruit. Jerry loved it, too. But he seems to have developed a special liking to olives. He loved to eat them. He loved dipping his fingers into the oil.
And always smiled when Anat put them into his salads. He was getting bigger and stronger.
Marc exited the E train and was walking down Queens Boulevard. As he approached the door to his residence he was splattered in wine. He was hit square in the head with figs. He saw Alana standing at the open door firing away. He didn’t want to shoot honey at his honey. But he had no choice. He walked in firing away and grabbed her. The two held each and kissed for what seemed like hours. Then Alana screamed at him. He understood. He explained his encounter with the Woodsman. She understood his craziness with following the lore of his leaders. So she just smiled and poured some wine into glasses. The two raised a glass to their continued craziness and love.
Anat took Jerry to Central Park he was running around like a typical little boy. An older kid pushed him. He fell down and cried. Anat ran over and picked him up. She knew kids are kids. She had no plans to fire her weapons on a boy who was about five or six.
Jerry got up and ran over to the kid that pushed him. The kid laughed at him. Jerry smiled. The kid smiled back. Was he trying to make peace?
Mitchell's thoughts, photos, etc. 