Verse 6
“Evening, Patricia. Mind if I take a seat?” The dapper stranger lowered himself onto the cracked, black vinyl.
Patricia looked at him and held her cigarette drag inside until the methane seared her chest and rolled like fire back up her throat. She coughed. As she released the smoke, she knew that he was the one she had been waiting for all this time.
“Feel free to sit, stranger. How you know my name when I don’t yet have the privilege?”
“A little elf said that you would be sitting here.”
She exhaled another plume and looked at it cast into the light and the face of Maury emerged and she knew exactly which elf had crossed his path.
“Maury,” she said to herself.
“I’m sorry?” the Stranger replied.
“The elf, must have been a giant.”
“Oh, he was.”
“Well, funny the way everyth
