Travel
by Ann Bogle
I texted a wickety-split, tax-declaring New York-based international escort, a moonlighting, all-pro Kit, whose day job on Wall Street yields no bonus. Is Christmas when bonuses are paid? At MadHat, work is not paid except to the attorney and member elites. I did not catch a steamer to Asheville, as Mina Loy seeking Arthur Cravan, after Conrad missed his New York performance, but I did ride to Georgia and find a stand of giraffes.
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I'd say you did fine - then and now. Do giraffes ever not stand? *
I just watched two movies in a row and both featured the Great American dream. Interestingly it was refracted by relationships both of hetero and homosexual nature. In both films Paul Rudd played a young man who is totally not in the habit as young men are these days to assert himself in a masculine way. This brings me back to Christmas bonuses: for the castrated corporates, the bonus is a sordid payoff. They can take it and they can shove it up their ass or up someone else's but they cannot see the giraffes anymore: no amount of bonus will do. This includes the board as a madHat of course.
An amazing closing sentence. Great piece, Ann. *
Enjoyed this micro tremendously. I agree with Sam about the closing sentence, and I feel that way about the other lines, as well.
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Ann, your short works astound me, and leave me breathless. Very few writers use the turn of phrase, or the elements of delightful surprise, as you employ. Such an abounding imagination. And a joy to read!
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Revised sentence, Feb. 15, 2013.