Sublime

He tried to see everything, save it for later.

just the low ceiling of heavy clouds pressing down on everything.

On his wife’s clothesline, strung up between the two sugar pines, sheets and blankets popped shotlike in the wind.

He remembered: deaths. Jimmy first.

Her eyes were large and seemed to take in everything at a glance.

The waiter looked amazed and then perplexed.

“He’s a salesman.