Transition

Transition

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I said. “How I can do this.”

“You need some stamina,” Miles replied.

“Stamina? Are you serious?” I laughed. “Look at me. I can barely move.” I felt like a vegetable, like the takeout noodle dish I eat nearly every night in Silver Lake.

He chuckled, slid further down into the plush sofa we shared. Stared into the car-sized fireplace. The swirling colors transfixed us.

The waitress at Embers approached us, cleavage first. “Another round?” she asked, as if she’d said, “Blow and go?”

Miles looked at me, shrugged. “I will if you will.”

The cosmos were twenty bucks a pop. Welcome to Aspen. I felt my wallet become ethereal, so light I could barely feel it. “What the hell,” I said, handing Cherise my empty martini glass. Imagined she’d touched my hand, held it for a second longer than she did. “Guess we’re done skiing for the day?” I glanced out at skiers whizzing by the lodge, various colors blending against the white backdrop. The snow screamed, it was so bright.

We sat in silence, the fire crackling, a constant steam noise, more like a river. It reminded me of Patricia, of a kayak trip we took the first year we’d met. Near Vancouver on the Squamish River.  The water was unusually high, the paddle disorganized. My kayak capsized within five minutes on our float, no guide in sight. Patricia baled from hers, rescuing me from potential disaster. Now I felt like I was in that same jam, drowning. Just in some other way. Don’t think about her, I told myself.

Not now.

“Hey, where’d ya go?” Miles asked, slapping my knee. He must have seen the look on my face. “Aw, don’t go there, man. Not now.”

I leaned my head back against the couch. “What am I supposed to do? Pretend she’s still here?”

Miles bit his lip, smiled. “You are supposed to get hammered. And we’ll find some nice ski babes at the bar later. In fact, I’ll bet they find us.”

“Yeah,” I said, feeling like I might get sick.

8 thoughts on “Transition

  1. Shari

    I have missed your stories Robert, so you can imagine just how thrilled I was when I saw this pop into my inbox. I loved the characters and just enough setting details like the astronomical cost of those fancy drinks in Aspen. Great job.

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  2. Don

    This is great and your writing shines with life, and love lost, and two buds getting along as best they know how while in one of America’s most costly playgrounds. Nicely done, keep it up, Robert!

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  3. Theo

    Welcome back, Robert! I have missed your writing and thanks for this piece. You have an uncanny way of making us believe in your short sketches. Transition is proof of this. Well done!

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  4. Beverly

    You are back, thank whomever for that! Gratitude pours from my fingertips for you and your writing. Keep em coming when you can. I always look forward to the next blog. This one was well worth the wait.

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