Cadbury sat next to her silently , invisible , on the school bus's bench seat covered in that durable green vinyl material..... That rolled down Barry Ave... the suns morning light flickering through the whispering Casurina trees .............onto the dark shadows that lay on the asphalt of the street........and then were gone.
She probably does not even remember......... he thought........
As a girl of 12 she was maturing and bothered by the world............
In real time Hemingway was at work clunking away all dizzy his head swaying and eyes rolled back in his head on his old Royal, the newspaper articles in the form of letters to the editor that few if anyone even noticed............let alone read.........
Maybe the whales cared? For his pointing out of injustices.... LOOK! there there... the cynics bent finger was pointing..........
In his heart he did want to help her meet with resolve in her angst..........
She was annoyed with the World.
He understood:
He too saw............
Cadbury thought of a word to give her in her adolescence held up high over her head on a poster board for all to see, in her World on nonchalance.
It read 'SCREW OFF YA'LL' in bold letters.......................
Next Cadbuy jetted in reverse and found himself holding up to the light a clear plastic evidence bag made of thick clear plastic with a claim check inside for a Stolen Orange and White Cessna with his name on it... he knew nothing about.. in the bottom of the bag in a separate sealed compartment was a Sticky bud........ and pumpkin seeds........... coated in heavy resin, he thumped the bag... with his pointer finger off his thumb....
The banner was a gift given to his daughter.......... for her to hold up high......... the poster board
showing the words like a cat 'show's' its asshole
Show , Show, Showing the cat walked along the formica counter top................ SCREW OFF YA'LL
and show it to the World.
Have a good long LOOK.
While your at it.
Screwing off in the hot sticky of the Florida Keys...........
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