The Call

Today was a bright boring day.
There was a lot of sunlight.
There was nothing to do.
Nothing rolled around in my mind.
So I dialed.
It was a random number.
Someone in a call center picked up the line.
Hello, random number company.
Hi, how are you? I said.
Fine, may I ask who’s calling?
Brewster, I said.
Hi Brewster, do you have a reference number?
No, sorry I don’t.
Alright, when was the last time you called?
I can’t remember ever having called before.
OK, how can I help you?
Can you relieve my boredom? I queried.
Laughs. I’m sorry, we can’t really help with that.
I see. What else would you be willing to talk about?
I have to go. Click.
I was a short, but pleasant call.

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Men with Guns at the Linkyshire Cinema

There’s a genre I like to call “Men with Guns”.
The guy is tough, way beyond normal.
He doesn’t care about himself or anything else.
Well, maybe a cool looking girl captures his attention.
Yeah, he has that in his life.
Usually this tough guy
is surrounded or chased
by a cabal of other tough guys
who don’t care about anything except their jobs.
I went to one of these movies recently
and didn’t care for it.

Coffee Shop on Idle

I went to the coffee shop but I didn’t have anything to do.
Really, I just wanted to get out.
I sat there with my laptop and typed furiously,
Making believe I was busy.
This is what I wrote:

ownerkatchen
ismatterofactcoin
somethingblue
somthingred
fiuoajfgkjhaa

Pretty good, huh?

Glomville Residents

Have you ever met a Glomville resident?
I met three today.
The first looked at me sheepishly as he shuffled along.
The second was arguing with her handbag.
I took a break in the Glomville coffee shop.
It was the wrong decision.
The barrista couldn’t take my order due to rapid yawning.
I fled.
Why did I visit Glomville?

The Engram Restaurant

The door to the Engram Restaurant was see-through,
Like there was nothing there, not like glass.
We went in.
A very old man showed us to our table.
He whispered something to us as we sat down.
I couldn’t hear what he said.
He brought the menu.
The menu was see-through too.
Gradually, I found that focusing on the middle of the menu,
I could read it.
It said, “Order something.”
I obeyed.
I ordered a salad.
The old man, who wore a cowl, brought the salad.
It looked like fake cardboard.
It tasted familiar, but a little like cardboard.
I mentioned it to Jordain, who said, “That’s the beauty of it.”
It was beautiful.
You couldn’t get a complaint out of me that day.
Jordain paid for my salad and we walked out feeling chummy.
I remember it was very sunny.

Planning to Visit The Engram Restaurant

At the coffee shop the next day,
Jordain asked me if I’d like to go to The Engram Restaurant today.
I said, “No, how about tomorrow?”
Jordain agreed that tomorrow was a better time.
“I look forward to it,” I said.
He said, “You’ll love it if you love abstract art.”
That surprised me, but I said nothing.
We walked out of the coffeeshop together.
I remember it was sunny outside.