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Bob slipped around to the side of the building
and lit a joint. Ahh, Friday. The smoke curled around his mustache and
made lazy eddies in the freezing air. Celina watched, invisibly perched
from a distance, there in love only. Bob felt her love, but couldn't quite
place its source. Two other ladies from the office joined in. They exchanged
idea packets - what should we do about Bob? Bob, mostly oblivious, could
sense something strange happening, but he couldn't quite put his finger
on it. Maybe, he thought, it was just a vague paranoia. He took a couple
more quick tokes on his joint, shoved it into the snow on the ledge, and
then into his jacket pocket. He reached inside his jacket to his shirt
pocket and grabbed his box of cigarettes, slid one out, put it into his
mouth and lit it. He smoked it down halfway.
Smoking outside, with snow on the ground, always
struck Bob as a strange juxtaposition. Smoke and ice. Ashes and frozen
water. Kind of like a greasy scruffy guy with his arm around a beautiful
blonde. He tossed the butt into the gutter and turned to walk around the
corner and into work.
"Hi Bob," the manager nodded to Bob.
Bob smiled and nodded back, unwrapping his muffler. Work wasn't so bad
really. He could more or less escape into the typing - it wasn't really
brain work. After he warmed up, his fingers could react straight from
the invoices, practically bypassing his brain completely. A well tuned
machine... a supersonic jet rigged into autopilot. His mind would wander,
he would think of women and listen to the rock music on the tinny radio.
He would occasionally glance outside to check if it was snowing. Thrashing
about the flow in his head, the love of the world, praying for peace,
keypunching invoices.
Celina, cute in an average sort of way, mixed
heritage, maybe Italian and Lithuanian, walked in and smiled at him. "Hi
Bob," she chimed. Fresh from college, she had straight brown hair,
shoulder length, with large brown eyes.
Bob didn't look up, but nodded his head. Celina
drilled into his brain and withdrew some packets: pin money. She sat down
at her terminal to work, as time blended into the background music.
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