Joined: 06 Jul 2005
Location: Tempe, AZ
|Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 5:51 pm Post subject: Vexations Seasons : Spring
|“I may be old,” she says, “but I’ll be damned if I’m not hale as the boxer who lives next door.”
She takes a deep breath and you do the same. The spicy perfume of pale flowers and green things tickles your nose; an early rain this year has teased new blooms from the desert plants. Grass and tiny yellow flowers run rampant, unleashed, carpeting the once-dead field in front of the bench.
“Ol’ Teddy is bringing his New Deal to town,” she says after a length of discussion of the growing city. “Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, well, there’s plenty of boots here. With the mine and the downtown going up.” She keeps on talking about things older than you—older than even your grandparents. She’s been waiting here, without break, every new moon you visit this deserted street. A carriage line used to run here, through the dust and brambles, decades ago.
She looks tired, wan almost, it defines her voice. She’s been here a long time and you still don’t know her name.
“I could get you something to drink,” you say tugging at your backpack. “I have some Nestea.”
Spring of Mill Avenue Vexations Seasons © Kyt Dotson 2007, illustration © Sanjana Baijnath 2007. This is part of a series of images and flash fiction stories connected to the seasons of Tempe. Clicking on the image will give you a high resolution print format.