Were you really silly enough to think I’d go without seeing you first? That was an update and a place I went in 1986.
If you thought I was given a gift for Christmas to travel, the first question you should have asked was “when are you departing and how many days before that will you be here?”
I’d been up past midnight trying to find a flight that would get me to you. Christmas was the same deal because of the snow. How about a little faith? You are first on the list… nothing else.
The prompt was “outside a shop in China Town, San Francisco” :
Staring at the wall she could detect heat, those ripples it makes when it’s intense, but she couldn’t detect the source that should’ve been beneath it. Where was it coming from? She looked around the room. Illogical. The heat should have originated under the ripples. She looked at them again, pondering heat reflecting on the wall like shadows cast on the side of rock at a bonfire, then caught sight of the ceiling fan from the corner of her eye. The lights were turned down in the classroom for planning time, for peace, for pretending she wasn’t there; the shadow was thanks to the natural light coming through the window. Mystery solved she looked at the wall only impressed at how it still looked like heat ripples but when her attention was averted ever slightly it could clearly be seen the turning fan was casting a reflection, a shadow in motion.