He was apologizing for the inconvenience and stupidity of the people for whom he worked.  His eyes meet mine and I try not to smile.  I tell him it was fine.  There isn’t a woman in the world that wouldn’t love not having a shower or functioning bathtub. The devil and I can continue to be dirty together.  God and cleanliness were overrated anyway.  I lingered though the sun was calling me, waiting, at the line between the sky and the earth.

“Going on a trip?”  he asks.

I lift my suitcase filled with things I carried with me, things I didn’t want to forget, and things worth holding on to.

“Can I come?”  He asks.

“Sure.” I respond.

He opens the door and we walk out together.

“You drive.”  I say. “The red one is mine.”

“Where are we going?” He asks.

I shrug.  I look to the sun and smile.

“After the clouds then.”  He said.

“Fabulous” I smile and threw my bag of old things in the back seat.

Even if I knew he wasn’t bluffing, I still would have said yes.

#31Write a story about a plumber and a fabulist. 5pts.