NPM 12: For Cata

NPM 12: For Cata

She comes in with fire cutting through the lingering chill of Winter, ushering in the Spring.

She’s all limbs and languid movements. Never in a rush, arriving perfectly on time.

Like a cat laying in a ray of light at just the right time of day.

She loves doggies and watching people fall.

Especially if they’re doing something stupid, they probably deserve it.

She loves a good laugh, even if it’s at her own expense.

Silly girl, who could possibly laugh at you?

And when she laughs and smirks at the absurdity of living, you cannot help but laugh with her.

NPM 7

NPM 7

There used to be a Pizza Hut on North and Western.

“Is it those millenniums at it again?”

“I think you mean millenials.”

“I heard they don’t like chains.”

First they came for Applebees, now they’ve come for pizza.

“No one is killing pizza.”

The area is changing.

They call it gentrification.

There’s no room there for a Pizza Hut from the 80s when you could build overpriced condos.

“Hey, do you remember when I gave you a ride there on the back of my bike?”

“Oh yeah, to the Pizza Hut on Western and North.”

NPM 5

NPM 5

You don’t say very much.

I don’t need to,” you reply.

I nod because you’re right and I bite into my wrap.

Hey look at this.” You show me your phone and smile as I laugh at the image. You turn back around and focus on your food again.

Quick exchanges.

Laughs and smiles.

Lunch is better when you’re comfortable enough not to talk.