Maybe (I would explain later) the middle-aged woman in
the silver Audi sedan just happened to have her arm out the window, and maybe
(I would have to say) she was randomly giving the bird to those autumn-yellow
leaves hovering there against Cathedral Rock and to the rest of the
south-facing world in general for a present in which having red dust removed
from the Audi by that twenty-something tan Island boy who might have been a
champion surfer and works now for the detail service was no longer economically
feasible given that your ex left you here in Sedona with the house you can no
longer afford…
…or maybe that bird was really meant for me, here in
your city with my wife the artist on our second anniversary – you know, the
celebration you don’t have any more? – stopped politely in the through lane of
your roundabout waiting for traffic to merge and looking so happy together...
…or maybe it was our California plates or the
CalVet magnet on our tailgate (I hope that the need for Veterans doesn’t make
you angry) or maybe the Pepperdine Law window sticker enraged you because your
ex’s attorney is an alum…
…but (as I must eventually admit) I think the Audi’s
busted-up windshield and multiply-dented driver-side door really need
explaining since you were clearly not pleased to have blown your horn so
forcefully at me driving like a tourist lost in a roundabout, and it was that sound that got me into gear to
persevere so enthusiastically with that escape hammer/tool/thing I keep in the
door pocket just in case – which in this case meant relieving myself of a
momentary rage and leaving your Audi’s ingress, egress and view ahead somewhat marred…
…Yes, that is how I would tell them it happened, if
any of it ever had….
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