Everyday Yeah three hundred and five
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“Mommy, are we moving?” asked the little girl in the doorway.
“You don’t live here,” said Everyday Yeah. The little girl ran away and a few seconds later we saw her run into traffic, but it was late and there were no automobiles in use.
“I wonder where she came from,” I said. A U-haul truck I didn’t notice earlier turned on its lights and drove down the street after the little girl. I imagined there were cannibals inside or at the very least it could be an army of homeless vampires who are tired of eating the blood of rats and getting back into the human game. I almost wanted to chase down the girl myself and keep her safe in a tree house built on the top of a lamp post.
“I’d like to say that girl was from the future,” I said, “Because I have a feeling that one day I will father a child like that.”
“The future took place a few years ago with me and the girl’s mother,” said Everyday Yeah. “She is one of the thousand children I’ve birthed from my homemade womb.”
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