Sherbet light falls on all surfaces in all directions
On a balcony a shirtless Creole in Tweety Bird pajama bottoms raises a rifle to take some shots at the clouds. This dude is pretty. He looks so handsome and natural shooting clouds that he is fast on his way to becoming the mayor of New Orleans.
Victor ignores the ruckus. Fails to witness the pretty man’s ascending grace. Says to Gerry, “You don’t remember me.”
From the balcony the new mayor makes an announcement: “This. Is a national disaster!”
We are in love with the new mayor. Already. Gerry changes his grip on the broom.
The new mayor shouts: “Everybody. I am pissed!”
Bangboom. Pretty. Masterful.
Do you know what it means to miss by Laura Ellen Scott
