dorothy_parka (dorothy_parka) wrote,

100 words: Chris, Las Vegas, 1990s

Chris was so blond he seemed to disappear in the Las Vegas sun. Chris liked to recite poetry at the open mike at the coffee shop. But Chris didn't write poetry. Instead he would memorize a new poem every week, usually Byron or Shelley or something of that ilk, and perform it, in his baggy jeans, old t-shirt, and high-tops. As incongruous as Chris's attire was with his poems, the coffee shop itself was even odder, with molded plastic chairs and a linoleum floor that seemed more like a hospital lounge than a coffee shop with an open mike.
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