Myth of a City (excerpt)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008 at 02:09PM Scene 23: Rocky’s Constitutional
Bebong & Rocky are thrown off by daylight savings. Falling back is always a celebration, a night of staying up to see the time change: wine, biscuits, popcorn, beer, cookies and maybe a rash phone call or two by Bebong…
The first morning of normal light is rather blurry. They decide to prolong the party.
Looks like a new day, Rock. Bebong jumping-jacks through the kitchen, goes straight for the couch. He’s got his warm-ups on.
Rocky smiles with all his teeth, drinks the last of his water from the bowl. He’s always ready to go out in his full fur coat.
A tiny rain about to begin. Church bells and the sudden train.
Having forgone raincoats, Bebong & Rocky reconnoiter the damp neighborhood. Bebong jogs for one block. These are excellent shoes, he tells Rocky, who’s very much into the ivy lining the sidewalk in front of the smallest house in the town, where someone’s typing a long and half-meant letter.
Bebong & Rocky stop at the little house with ivy. A recliner on the front porch, dead hanging plants, Christmas lights, a wilted grocery bag on the doormat.
Night comes and a clearing. No real rain, after all. Not really.
And no more typewriter. No light from the little house except now the tiny Christmas lights. Blinking in no real pattern. So much silence. Orion. Bebong pulls Rocky away.
That’s enough, he says tenderly. That’s enough.