The Yellow Sculpture

Micro-Fiction

Photo by Me ☺

My mind was still processing the main proposition of the movie — that we invented time in order to quantify our existence.

I exited the cool theater for the hot landscape, unlocked my bike from the incline ramp guard rail, secured my white earbuds, and shoved off towards the highway.

It was 5:30ish. People were driving home with Friday spirit. I rode on the sidewalk, and watched as the cars inched and stopped through lights thinking how inconvenient cars were.

There was a honk. I looked over to see a lady in nameless car staring at me, watching as I whooshed-by while she contributed to traffic. I pedaled a little bit faster, cranked up my dubstep and swerved off into an empty parking lot — a shortcut.

A maroon, Toyota with the front bumper hanging off sat errant in the parking lot. It was still running and the driver-side door was open.

Fifty-feet away a 6'2" shirtless, stocky man with long brunette hair was half-hugging on a 5'4" blonde woman in a green shirt and faded blue jeans. It was obvious they weren’t brother and sister.

I stared through my blue shades for a bit as I rode by wondering what I would do if a fight broke out.

The shortcut got me to the intersection by the highway. I jolted across the 3-lane service road to a constructiony under pass, past the other light, and rode a block before turning off on a secret side road.

I pedaled to the beat of my dubstep. A grandiose yellow object in the distance towered over a fenced-off construction fabrication area. The only way I would get to see it up close was if I snuck onto the site.