They remade “Blue Lagoon”. Perhaps you were one of the fortunate few who caught it. It is possible you managed to see the first one. I did not. I was a few years shy of womanhood and still sucking my thumb. I stand in this elevator. I ride the train in the morning and stand in this elevator, waiting to pass thirty-four floors. Lift off. One, two. The elevator dings as it slides by each floor. This is life as it is. This is my morning, the beginning to all of my days. I look around discreetly. There is a sin in looking too blatantly, and it occurs to me there should be a designated spot on the wall. A large red dot on the elevator doors would do. I’m told there is a designated spot on the walls above urinals. Men cannot unwittingly divulge their secret desires while publicly pissing.
One Mad Cat
"Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive." - Barry Lopez, Crow & Weasel
