Prompt: Go back to the “sentence-sounds” you collected in the first assignment and write a narrative in which one or more of them appear.
“Hey, you there? I’m in one of the bedrooms waiting for you.”
The text message bathed the middle of my phone’s screen in a translucent aqua blue. It was a hot night, and pools of warm water remaining from an evening shower stagnated on the asphalt. My feet, suctioned to rubber Havaianas sandals, went where they wanted to. They frolicked from one pool to the other, dirtying themselves and their rubber vessels. They danced into both the puddles reflecting the bright waxing moon and those sheathed from the light by the tall buildings stretching up either side of the canyon. Leaping from water to more water, my toes whistled in delight at their simultaneous cleansing and sullying.
384 East Eighty-Fourth Street. My brown-streaked feet met the shocked glare of the doorman, red-breasted and boot-clad. After my initially hostile exchange with him, the rubber carried my feet to the elevator bank marked “penthouse.” Feeling heavier as the elevator rose, my feet shot toward the top of the canyon by way of the gold-plated floor.
All of the feet in the penthouse were sheathed in oxfords or stilettos. The advance of my rubbery, grimy appendages precipitated a general parting in the crowd of polished leather and sometimes, shiny plastic. The sight of my toes went rejected in the averted eyes of the middle-aged women and men in the acceptable shoes. Undeterred, my feet advanced in a diagonal line from the elevator bank.
Entering the door and seeing the sandy floor with Christina sitting, smiling, in the middle, my toes sighed in relief. They shed themselves of the rubber and, sinking into the sand, moved toward her.
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