Everyday Mysteries

I was almost entirely through the movie on Netflix before I realized I had seen it already. Beings that never were had crawled out of the sewers to feed on human flesh. By then I had been diagnosed with a rare type of cancer. I was otherwise unstressed when I pulled up to the drive- thru window. A heavy-set woman in a World War II-style overseas cap peered out. I handed her a ten and she handed me a box of donuts. "Have a nice day, Hon," she said with a smile, exposing a dark gap where a couple of her bottom teeth should have been. I felt a weird kind of kinship, like we were mutineers who had been marooned on a remote desert island together. The sun was in my eyes the whole way home.