It’s early – ten a.m. – driving in Heather’s station wagon, idly circling the lakes, half heartedly thinking about stopping at the pier, but then trying to follow a train, catching up to it here and there as it thunders overhead above the one way streets, the tape deck blasting Iggy and Van Morrison. Ellen’s been paranoid all morning, suspicious after the sight of a police car way back when, but Heather’s next to her in the front seat, still rolling slim, spare joints on the lined page of the notebook in her lap. Hey, Heather Ellen says, holding a burning number surreptitiously under the wheel. Write this down.

Huh, sure. Heather says, smoothing a clear place on the paper, dope debris and seeds cascading to the floor. Wait…hold on a minute. Where’s that pen? After much pocket and purse rifling it’s found on the seat between Heather’s legs. O.K., O.K., go ahead.

Watch it, Heather, you’re getting weed all over the place.

What’s the difference

Heather says, doodling spirals on the paper. It’s my car. Nobody cares.

Well, the cops care.

Ellen slows at the intersection then comes to a conspicuously complete stop at the stop sign. Besides, that stuff costs money. Just because we’ve got a bunch at the moment doesn’t mean you can throw it around. Slowly she turns left and heads up the hill. If you think for…

All right, All right Ellen we get it…

Jane interrupts, leaning up between the seats from the back. What did you want her to write down, anyway?

Oh, yeah, wait a minute. I’ve got to… The car turns and accelerates down Conservatory. Ready?

Heather nods, pen poised.

Ellen squints, taking a meditative hit on the still lit joint. Here we go:

After illumination

All sensation

Becomes ecstatic

Then she farts.

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2 Responses to Illumination

  1. Stella says:

    I noticed this site was having some issues earlier (wouldnt load, gave me a busy signal etc.). So did you realize this one is posted at least 7 times?

  2. UBU says:

    Seven? More like eleven! Note my perseverance in getting the UBUVISION out to the people! My theory on technology is the elevator button one – keep pushing the button and the elevator will come faster!

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