Past Future

Miami synthwave, vaporwave

The smell of the sea came in off the water. They sat around a white tablecloth, on the porch of Ran’s house. Alli had put out the long, silver candlesticks. Beyond the wooden railing, tufts of beach grass flailed in the wind.

A full moon rose in the east, a crisp, silver disk floating in the pink and cyan haze, the end of another perfect summer day. Ran came out in a dress shirt holding a Merlot and two wine glasses aloft.

As they nursed the glasses, the orb of the sun slipped below their view. The evening’s last seagulls landed and pecked away at sand dollars.

They had spent the afternoon combing the beach with a metal detector, found in the basement of Ran’s house – just looking for old coins. Their search yielded an assortment of beer bottle-caps and a rusted bottle opener, “Courtesy of the patrons of some party,” Ran said.

Alli brought out the baked chicken and Ran got the baguette. She had bought the loaf at Maison Kayser, before they had left the city this morning. She cut some for the meal and broke her portion in half.

Turning the stem of her wine glass, Alli watched rabbits bound in and out of the dune grass. “What do you think about checking out the abandoned house, by the inlet?” she asked.

“Can we bring our metal detector?” Ran joked.

“Sure,” Alli laughed, “Electronic thermometers for cold spots. Radar guns. Infrared goggles. Anything.”

The last vestiges of the sun had disappeared. Only red light remained. “One day, I will teach you how to surf,” Ran said, looking out at the waves.

“Night surfing too?” Alli grinned.

Ran looked back at her, “Whatever you want.”

They cleared away the plates, folded up the tablecloth, retreated inside to the retro, floral-print couch. “Festive,” Alli remarked, “When did you get this?”

“Maybe five years ago,” Ran mused, “A going-out-of-business clearance sale.”

They sat down and watched cable on the ancient wooden set Ran had rigged up to play today’s TV. She had gutted it, cleaned out the old parts, and put the pieces of a new TV into the old case, “New wine in old skins,” Ran had explained. It still worked.

The glare of the TV shone into the night, as breakers crashed onto the shore.

so '90s

Songs:

Seapony – “Blue Star”

R.E.M. – “Crush with Eyeliner”

Memories Shifting Memories

nintendo 64

The fog covered the tops of the skyscrapers. Alli watched this through the large, storefront window of Cosi. She stirred some pumpkin soup. Outside was damp and rainy, the sidewalk covered with a thin plane of moisture.

Kaan came in, shaking her umbrella. She was in her leather, biker jacket, as always, high and tight haircut pulled into a top-knot. After ordering a panini from the front counter, she sat down on the stool next to Alli’s.

“Is that still hot?” She gestured at the soup.

“It’s fine,” Alli smiled.

Kaan took her wool scarf off and looked out the window. Cars were circling Bryant Park and raced down the Avenue of the Americas.

Alli picked up the soup and sipped it. “Thank you for coming down from Maine,” she said.

“Well, you did come up and see me,” Kaan said.

The panini arrived, and Kaan broke off a chunk of chicken pesto and popped it in her mouth.

“That’s not hot?” Alli wondered.

Kaan laughed, “I don’t mind if I burn the top of my mouth a little!”

A taxi sped by, dousing the sidewalk in a wave from a nearby puddle.

“So,” Kaan leaned forward, “What is Ran like?”

“She’s nice,” Alli said, “I like her.”

“And you met in the Caribbean?” Kaan asked, tearing off another sandwich corner.

Alli nodded, “Ran is very wild, but she has a good heart.”

“What did Xen say?”

“Xen left me. It was very amicable,” Alli explained, “We were only dating.”

“What a magnificent ‘date,'” Kaan raised her eyebrows.

Alli chuckled, holding her soup, “She is at a level of the jet set that I am not yet privy to.”

“Well,” Kaan said, picking up the sandwich, “You deserve to be happy – after everything that happened with Dallas.”

Glancing at Kaan, Alli put down her soup, “You do too.”

Kaan shrugged.

“Have you met anyone in Maine?”

“I still feel like a transplant in Maine,” Kaan said.

“Maybe Ran and I will come visit you there,” Alli said.

“The trip to the cabin in upstate New York was pretty neat,” Kaan admitted.

“You can always move back to New York too,” Alli added, “But only if that’s what you want.”

“I will think about it,” Kaan said.

They finished their respective meals. Rain continued to mist on the windows.

“What will Nealy say?” Kaan grinned, “They do look alike…”

Alli smirked, “She will probably laugh.”

Miniscule rivers ran down the glass. “I guess, I’d better go before this downpour gets worse,” Kaan said.

“You’re welcome back anytime!” Alli hugged her.

Kaan left with her soggy umbrella. A mourning dove leapt from the rim of a street trashcan, flying into the shelter of the awning.

pay attention

Songs:

Chopin – Polonaise, Op. 26, No. 1 in C-Sharp Minor

Puccini – Gianni Schicchi, opera: “O mio babbino caro”