all is forgiven and spinning by Sasha Fletcher

and all is forgiven


“Is there breakfast?”

“Sure,” he says. “I can make breakfast.”
“
Oh. Good.”

They eat breakfast. It is cold. The weather. The breakfast is cereal and some honeycrisp apples and coffee and toast. Outside a tree branch hits the window. Repeatedly. Many times. While it hits, the leaves all grow in in red and orange and yellow. They look like they are on fire the way the wind is blowing. The wind is blowing hard. Then, after they look like they are on fire, the leaves go real stiff and don’t move anymore, except down to the ground, where they fall, and just lie there, and everyone thinks wow that was fast and rakes them into huge giant piles, and from the rooftops they jump into them. A deer runs past everyone and into a windshield. It continues to run.






spinning

Outside it was cold enough to snow but it didn’t. No amount of threatening would change anything. Shotguns and pleas. I offered them a Nintendo Game Cube. I went on E-Bay and told the weather Look if you will let it snow I will buy this Nintendo Game Cube for you. The weather says nothing. The weather is not impressed. The weather is indifferent to my funds. I asked if she would show it her breasts. “Will you show it your breasts,” I asked her. She said she would think about it, and I for one believe her.