Bicycles and Shoot outs

     I am riding my bike through my neighborhood.  Except it is not the neighborhood I know.  There are some kids having a gun fight by the park.  I turn my bike around and start riding away from them.  Apparently I am being chased.  They must think I saw something.  I ride and ride and turn to try to lose them.  I hear my pursuers behind me asking me to stop and talk.  I'm scared though so I just keep riding.  They want to see my cell phone.  I decide to tuck my cell phone under a bridge when I am sure they can't see me.  I ride and ride and eventually I am cornered in a bathroom.  They have a gun to me.  One of them just wants to blow me away the other asks if I have a cell. I tell them I am too poor to have one.  Meanwhile I wish I had recorded something and mailed my phone to the police so these guys would get caught.  But I didn't even see anything to record.  They hold a gun to me.  So I tell them that it is rude of them to just kill me without even making me a deal.  Also I tell them I didn't even see anything.  I'm hoping these guys get caught.  Having a gun held to me somehow makes me more daring as if I have nothing to lose. The one without the gun asks me if I have time during work.  I get the feeling he wants me to sell drugs.  I tell him sure, but in my head I am moving to Chicago.

Sharing a FlaVorIce

     So I am walking just a short walk around the green of park. I take a path and then get back to where my sisters and their families are waiting in the grass for me.  They seem sleepy because they do not see my dad walking right passed them.  He is walking next to this Asian woman.  She seems like maybe she just immigrated to America. She is playing shy and coy as she offers him some of her FlaVorIce (I love those things and have them in my freezer constantly.).  Her FlaVorIce is cherry red.  She is wearing an orangish number that looks sort of out of date.  As I walk passed them they sort of keep an awkward distance from each other.
      There's a beautiful green park all around me.  The path that I happen to be on cuts into the middle of a grassy field circled with lovely green trees.  The scene reminds me almost of a farm or a conservatory.  I get to my sisters and sit down in the grass with them. They didn't see my dad walk passed them because they are all drowsy and some of them are even snoring.  I turn around and see my dad and his "friend" walking away. I think "No one is going to believe this." So I grab my phone to take a picture but the thing stalls and won't get into camera mode quickly enough.  I curse my glitchy BlackBerry and throw it into the grass.  As I watch my dad grabs the woman's hand and leads her with him to his left following the path I had just taken.  The trees surrounding the field block most of my view of them but I can still see their flirty body language through breaks in the trees.