Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Ventriloquist


























Berlin was a barista at this socially conscious coffee shoppe. She didn't take my order she just said, "Tell me something about you." 

"I'm a ventriloquist". 

I don't know why I said it. It was like someone else was speaking through me. I should have said ventriloquist dummy. 

But she didn't balk, didn't bat a single one of her long and liquid lashes. She just said, matter-of-factly, "Well, I can't swim anyway." 

Only she wasn't talking to me, and she said it real tired, like she'd been treading water for someone, for a really, really, really, long time. 


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