Down from the mountain the fox do push into the peripheries
The winds drifted in through the pines from the direction of the sea and concealed the fox’s scent.
You don’t usually put coins in public bathroom concession machines.
It’s not your thing.
It wasn’t until they emerged from the snow filled woods and were racing the snowmobiles along the ridge trail that Anna caught her first sight of La Du Barrage.
Under the sullen blanket of snow this was a lake only by memory.
Somehow you knew it was big. If you knew what it was, you’d do something about it.
You walked through the school gate and past a group of children taking turns sliding across a patch of ice that’s formed in the grass, and past a circle of girls who shift their eyes in your direction. One of them had the letters AC/DC scrawled on the back of her jean jacket.
The rocket burst into the air rising high into the blue sky
The water left a trail of steam in the cold air. It was a moment you felt anything was possible and that being an astronaut was a real possibility.
It kept sliding along the road for that seemed like ages.
Long enough for you and Maria to look at each other with what’s-going-on faces as cheese sticks and a ham sandwich floated like you were in the space shuttle.
In bed that night, you thought of the pharmacist in his wire-framed glasses.
He flickered in your mind like a zombie movie.