November 8, 2016

The Red


Like a virus,

A disease

It plagued my sleep

Mayhem in the streets,

In the homes

And I woke up




Silver Fox of Chicago

They called him “The Silver Fox of Chicago”.  I didn’t buy it. Perhaps because I was older than the other girls. They found him intriguing. I mostly just found him absurd. He usually pulled up in his Ferrari each week. His head full of silver hair, green eyes glistening against a Floridian tan and the body of a former athlete who went to the gym five times a week. Okay, I’ll admit, he was attractive. But the silver fox of an entire city?! I think he made it up himself.  Say it. Believe it. Become it.

As the hostess lead him to his table and all the young hotties shouted “Hello!”,  I quietly chuckled to myself, “the silver fox of  ‘viagra triangle’.”  At that moment,  his  eyes caught mine. Suddenly I felt it.  He must have been a confused by the look on my face.  My chuckle becoming a faint smile.  He nodded slowly, a “what’s up?” and quickly I remembered why I found him absurd in the first place. A caricature of a man; who did he think he was?

My shift was over and I  had to pass him on my way to the bathroom.  “Excuse me Miss.” he spoke.

I turned to look at him. “Yes?” I replied. (In my head: “yes mr. silver fox?” ha!).  I thought he was going to hit on me but all he wanted was more water.

“I’ll get your waitress on my way out, sir.”

While in the bathroom, I overheard the twenty-somethings talking about all the “money” that was there.  Day after day, I saw them: young women coming into the restaurant looking for the “money”.  I almost secretly admired them for being so flippant about it.  After-all, the older men who frequented the place knew. It’s what they wanted too. I pushed past the girls prettying themselves in the mirrors to wash my hands.  And left.

When I came out, I noticed the waitress at his table flirting, naturally.  As she walked away, again I heard:  “Miss, excuse me?”

Was he talking to me? I was afraid to turn around. Afraid I was mistaken and if I looked, he’d think that I was interested. But turn around I did. He motioned for me to come over.

“Are you leaving?” he asked.

“My shift is over.”

“Oh….. well…. would you care to join me?”

“All alone today?” I inquired. Truthfully, I said that to minimize the self induced power in his head; reminding him he was indeed “alone”.  I was hoping someone blew him off, not because I wanted him, but because someone had to let the arrogant bastard down.

But something came over me. Wasnow joining the ranks of the intrigued? Or was I just in need of a drink?

Two, three, four drinks later and we were laughing; discussing everything from adventures to future endeavors.  He seemed curious about me and he was smart. Very smart.  How could I have judged him before we even had a conversation?  He invited me home and as I was not one of those girls, I hesitated. But the martinis and the intrigue got the best of me. Besides, he really was nice.

Inside his bedroom, I was still conflicted. My heart raced. But my excitement quickly waned when I realized that It fluttered for a moment, magnificent in its struggle, then wilted and lay still.