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By the Lake
Sep. 15th, 2006 09:12 pmThere's no good reason why he has to come outside to smoke, but while Beth is having a nap, it's exactly what he does. He's not sneaking a cigarette or any of that shit; it's just that the space in their room is confined and she's sleeping and yeah, it's always been his goal to corrupt her but not while she's a hundred months pregnant.
So instead he steps outside, follows the well-worn path to the big tree where he likes to hang that makeshift punching bag when he works out. Leaning against it, he lights his precious cigarette, blowing a thin white line of smoke up into the night skies.
The night is real nice: not cold but not hot. Somewhere in between, the kind of weather they liked to manufacture on Mars in his favorite month there, October. The month with the extra days: had to make up for the long Martian year no matter what. They couldn't have each planet and asteroid with its own calendar. Not for the first time, he wonders by the glow of his smoke who made that decision and how long it took them to decide on it. It doesn't really matter; it's just a thing to think about on a Friday night at the end of the universe when the woman you love is due to have a baby in a week or so and you have no fucking idea what to do, or if there's even anything you can do.
So instead he steps outside, follows the well-worn path to the big tree where he likes to hang that makeshift punching bag when he works out. Leaning against it, he lights his precious cigarette, blowing a thin white line of smoke up into the night skies.
The night is real nice: not cold but not hot. Somewhere in between, the kind of weather they liked to manufacture on Mars in his favorite month there, October. The month with the extra days: had to make up for the long Martian year no matter what. They couldn't have each planet and asteroid with its own calendar. Not for the first time, he wonders by the glow of his smoke who made that decision and how long it took them to decide on it. It doesn't really matter; it's just a thing to think about on a Friday night at the end of the universe when the woman you love is due to have a baby in a week or so and you have no fucking idea what to do, or if there's even anything you can do.
