Issue 15
Whim
Wayne Scheer
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Haunted by Jack Kerouac's Ghost
Harlan hungered for the night, starved for the flashing of evening stars
popping like paparazzi bulbs spotlighting the way to holy Vegas where gold
and glitter, greed and glamour grind their way into the dream of America.
Harlan hankered for the night, after the streetlights zap on and the safe
suburban homes dim to only the ashen flicker of TVs and the sad gray gloom
of computer screens, where guilt-ridden souls hide in work stations by day
and play stations by night dreaming of dancing like Ginger Rogers and Fred
Astaire on the tables and walls of America.
Harlan howled into the night, searching for a pretty girl who'd sing sweet
songs of love to a stranger, dance to the hip hop of her heart, Velcro green
florescent strips to her bare legs and, on a whim, roller blade down the
American road into the starry evening sky shouting, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
~Wayne Scheer
Wayne Scheer has published flash stories in The Phone Book, flashquake,
Inkburns, and Insolent Rudder. In 2002 he was nominated for a
Pushcart Prize. Email.
© 2004 by Wayne Scheer. All Rights Reserved.
© Copyright 2004 by Cayuse Press. All Rights Reserved.