Key West - Part Eight (of Eight)
When the sun goes, man, it goes quick.
Previously: He put the car in park, put the flashers on, leaned the seat back, said to Matt, Goddamn, this rain’s not fucking around.
The Second Trip
Mallory Square was crowded, people clustered in four different groups around four different buskers with four different acts involving juggling and balancing. Matt Lang stood and watched a woman on a unicycle juggle knives. He got there late, so he missed her name. What was her name, he wondered? Where did she live? What was her living room like? What kind of soap did she use? Was she happy? Was she lonely? She looked lonely, up there on the unicycle, all by herself, above everybody’s heads. He thought about what other questions he might ask her when she came down. Jody would have asked her. Matt put a twenty in her bucket and took a seat on a bench with a view of the sunset.