Fun + Los Angeles

Prompt: “Write something fun” - Kat

I have a memory of LA, sitting on a sidewalk in tears, laughing. Telling someone I do not well that of all of us they look the most like a serial killer. Most of us are strangers, together outside this burger joint because of a shared hobby. I can’t tell you anyone’s last names because I don’t know them. There is enough bond though through this hobby, this card game, to share dinner, split Ubers, even share a bed if that means we get to play. In my memory from LA I couldn’t tell you the neighborhood, I couldn’t find the locale on a map, or even tell you what burger I ordered from the restaurant, I can’t remember. I can share the tightness in my sides, my arms wrapped around myself, trying to hold my torso still. The rough way the concrete scraped on my jeans as if the ground was trying to hold onto me. The packed sidewalk of shuffling bodies, side-eyeing my open mouth as I project into the soft blue LA twilight. In a city set on consuming my voice carries contagiously.