Dollar Bill Chase

Can you imagine me buttoned up in a peacoat wearing a beret tilted to one side and a blue and white scarf wrapped around my neck? Can you then imagine a 5 dollar bill falling out of my peacoat and the same wind which has whipped up white-foamed waves upon my lake, whisks away my dollar bill?

And then a 100 yard mad dash after it?

It falling end-over-end down the street and then up over a curb, finally stopping for a precarious split-second moment at the foot of a street lamp?

Well it did.

And I snatched it up and stuffed it back into my coat pocket.

crumple-crumple.

one hand in a pocket now, the other on top of my beret

my whole frame tilting against the wind, walking towards a building.

"Hello there."

A voice.

Patrick.

People say he is creepy.

He goes to YCP.

Scribble-scribble

I say hello too.

"Why are you here?"

Lunch at the Cafeteria.

He wants my name.

I dont feel like giving it to him.

Walking away now, leaving him with a bemused look on his face.

Now the decent into the basement piled high with bric-a-brac computer parts.

A greasy haired guy. Sinister?

Scribble-scribble. my pen on paper.

"I'd like to donate a computer."

Blonde haired blue eyed Ayran turns.

"ok."

Now back out into fierce wind.

Key in lock. Disengage deadbolt.

Unload outdated technology

key in ignition.

Turn.

ca-ca-ca-ca-catches.

humming.

shift into D.

Go.

Gone.