I've returned my cousin's car and am now driving my own family's second car. It has a CD player, and that rocks my world. Finally, my music will be playing loud in the car and not Clear Channel's. I also now have my toaster, which I haven't had since June. I cooked — toasting is cooking! — raisin toast as part of my dinner. It was fabulist.
As the sign changed to "walk," the girl took off across the street like bread out of the Lucy's toaster. She was determined to get somewhere, and to get there fast. Across the street in an instant, she tore down the opposing sidewalk.
Oddly out of pace with her stride, about a half-second off the movement, her arms swung like a pendulum in an antique clock. Arc up one way, arc back down the other. If only she had been on time, I thought as she passed. Then in my head I wouldn't have called her Clock Girl.
