C4 antho - Chamber Four

~22~ The Chamber Four Fiction Anthology
words―once, twice, then four times. The sunlight catches the
tear that begins to form in her eyes. She turns to the east and
begins running. She can feel my energy vibrating from the
store down the street. She follows that. The two Pac-Men
move along the sidewalks, getting closer and closer. A sudden
breeze quivers the trees. She grabs a skateboard from a
neighbor’s yard and skates down the middle of the road,
knees bent, arms to the sides. Her hood slips over her eyes
and for a brief moment, the neighbors marvel at Liz Phair,
skateboarding down the middle of their street, looking just
like the cover of her first album.
It ends with me getting hit by Liz Phair on a skateboard.
I fall, and the two apples fly into the sky upon impact. She
looks down at me and curses. I stand up. She is Liz Phair.
She is four inches shorter than I am, but standing on the
skateboard, we are almost even. She looks me in the eyes. A
leaf falls from the tree and skitters the side of my cheek,
drifts to the ground. I catch my reflection in a car window
and notice for the first time that I too have a glow about me,
all around my face.