Fiction
The Influencer
All that can be found in a four-pack of 100% cotton hankies
Paul pushed his cart through the mass of weeds that connected Pierce St. and Grove Avenue. It had once been a paved parking lot when The Luau Club was more than a dive bar. The Luau was the most popular place to take a date back in 1965. Now all that was left of its prior days of glory was the flashing neon sign on the brick wall that faced the lot.
As a hula girl’s hips and hands moved in opposite directions the sign flashed in vivid green.
Luau Club.
Parking.
Luau Club.
Parking.
Paul smelled a faint scent of fried bologna before he hit the ground. When he came to, the was a circle of people around him and he could hear sirens in the distance. A blond man was on one knee next to him.
“Here,” the man said as he handed Paul a folded white handkerchief.
“Your head is bleeding.”
Because Paul seemed confused, the man quickly took back his handkerchief and used it to dab at Paul’s head wound.
“You had a seizure and fell. I saw you from across the street. I have epilepsy too, it’s no big deal. Embarrassing but you’ll be fine. Somebody…
