Hey Soose Visits Reston

Vincent the security guard walked across the promenade that in the winter was the ice rink. He looked about and noticed the rather large rotund man asleep on the wooden park bench with his two bags neatly folded underneath and covered with a plastic sheet to protect them. His jacket was rolled under his head as a pillow. He had slept there for a few days now.

There was a lot of talk regarding lay-offs and furloughs. Vincent felt the town's insecurities only made his job more secure. It wasn't a great job, but it was a job. He told his boss, "I think that old guy out there," as he pointed to the bench, "I think he was some government contractor. He's too old to get a job and got thrown out of his home."

"That's the way it goes out there," waving his hands the direction of the fountain. "Too bad for him. Just make sure he's outta here, soon," commanded his boss.

Vincent looked about and inhaled deeply. The morning was fine, about 75 degrees, low humidity and there was a slight breeze. The sun was beginning to just caress the corner of the building that sat on Market Street on his left. Vincent walked over to make sure the "old guy" was still alive, and that being the case, then continued on to his rounds and duty station.

A six foot six, silk suited, cigarette smoking, well build gentleman watched the proceedings from the smokers leper colony, AKA "smokers area", in front of Panera's, underneath the shadows of the overhang. He nodded as he observed the security guard make his rounds and as the guy asleep on the bench begin to stir and wake up. He figured the old gentleman knew he had to vacate the area before the business crowd arrived, and most assuredly before the stores opened for business later at 10 AM. He guessed that this arrangement was either understood or had been verbally explained and accepted. Reston could have no bums. The shoppers, and the business folk, didn't want their vision sullied or reminded of the current job situation by the sight of such a creature.

Rudy was also watching the goings on as he walked to the black metal table that was chained to an anchor imbedded in the concrete. Rudy was about to sit down with his breakfast egg sandwich and coffee when he noticed a bag on the ground. Before he began to eat, he picked it up and walking over to the trashcan he also picked up an empty coffee cup someone had carelessly deposited on the ground. Both these items were placed in the trash receptacle. Only after this had been done he wondered what diseases might be on the garbage he just disposed of. Do I go into the washroom or not, he wondered?

Screw it. It was too nice a morning to eat inside. This was a nice location to eat, to sit and to observe before he had to attend a computer class. Rudy returned to his seat and began to eat the egg sandwich, watching and eavesdropping as best he could to a bone thin woman in a black jacket and pants, and guy in blue jeans, tan expensive shoes and a black polo shirt that barely fit over his stomach. From the bits and pieces of the conversation that Rudy overheard they were obviously coworkers and co-smokers, banned from the interior of the building. And so were three or for four others that stopped inhaled deeply to get that last bit of drug, and milled around what appeared to be an invisible demarcation that they couldn't cross.

The two Rudy was observing consisted mostly about some coworker that did or said something that was supposedly true, but not politick. They were joined by a third person, better dressed and who seemed to know a bit more regarding the story, spoke for a minute or two, looked at his watch, snuffed out his cigarette, and motioned toward the interior of the building while stating, "see you inside in a few minutes." The other two just nodded.

Rudy also noticed the tall guy in the silk suit. He had longish straight blond hair that was combed back and just touched the collar of his suit jacket. The fine cut and the quality of the suit was obvious to Rudy who had sold men's clothes "in a past life". He was well aware of what constituted finely made clothes. Rudy thought, and he smokes too. Money and an addiction just like all the others. Rudy didn't smoke.

Rudy also noticed that the gentleman was rather well built and in a strange way, the muscle bulges covered and framed by the suit jacket reminded him of the angel in the movie Michael, after Michael had been cleaned up. Rudy sat back and watched it all. The smoking section location was dark and rather private. He liked that.

She Who Must Be Obeyed looked at Her Number One troubleshooter, "Hey Soose," she said with a NYC accent, "You know what? I want to end this. This has gotten to be a very bad joke. For sentient intelligent beings they are sure mean nasty muthas to each other."

Hey Soose responded, "Yes it has turned into something neither one of us expected. Look, I have an idea before you go smiting and all that, I'll bet you that there is at least one human being that would have the kindness of heart to take pity on a fellow human being without being asked. What do you think?"

She responded still on her train of thought regarding the human's obvious inhumanity and stupidity. "Yes it has. How does anyone destroy a planet? And they seem to be doing a fine job of it. I say screw-em and be done with them."

She continued aloud, "Terraforming would take some time but a clean slate, learning from my mistakes, and being a bit more careful, I think we could manage a better program."

Hey Soose asked, "True, but how about one new try? And if not, then do as you wish. I sort of like these insane beings. They have some rather interesting cultural aspects and the women are rather pretty." As an after thought he quickly added, "And if you recall, You created them. So in some fashion they do represent, and hold a, shall we say, small genetic similarity to you?"

SWMBO looked at him and scoffed, "YOU DARE! You men are all pigs."

"I beg your pardon," he said, "but who made us that way? And I might add again, you have your own predilections, and if I'm not mistaken a few of them are of the female sex."

SWMBO thought, had anyone else said that to her, gone. But Hey Soose, it's just that for the very reason he is her number one, he speaks the truth. "Okay what do you want to bet? What are the stakes?"

"I bet I can find one human that without prodding or some fashion of guilt tripping, will aid some poor unfortunate. If I can find just one, then you hold off."

After some consideration that was seconds to her and would be years to the inhabitants of this rock, SWMBO answered, "A deal, but if you do find one the bet holds only so far as this being stays alive, and good luck with that. After his or her demise, the bet is cancelled and we start again, a deal?"

Hey Soose knew this was the best he was going to get. "A deal," he said. "And if I loose, they are yours to do as you wish."

SWMBO didn't have to say it and thought they are mine to do as I wish no matter what. However this exercise could be fun, and watching him squirm to find the impossible, even more so. She stared directly into his eyes and said, "There are a few more things."

Oh crap, he thought, the small print. He only said, "And what might they be?"

"You have 7 of their days and it must be in a very well-to-do area. I pick Reston Virginia."

"As you desire, My Lord," he said bowing. Sometimes his over the top old-fashioned formality had a way of calming her, or making her laugh.

She smiled, yes he knows me she thought. She pulled on a wing drawing him to her and gave him a kiss. "Good luck. You're going to need it."

The old gentleman rose off the bench, picked up his bags and was heading in the opposite direction from the one Rudy was walking. Rudy had watched the same goings-on as the guy in the silk suit. As the old guy passed Rudy, Rudy asked, "Sir, would you like a few bucks for breakfast?"

The old guy stopped, stared and with a smile of gratitude and surprise said, "Yes, why thank you." Rudy handed him about twenty dollars in ones and fives. A second later the old guy asked, "What is your name?"

"Rudy."

"Thank you, Rudy."

"You're welcome, sir." And Rudy continued on to his computer class thinking about this and that, never noticing the old gentleman discorporating into the ether.

THE END

Bio: Richard Tornello is a business owner/consultant/technical recruiter with 29+ years experience, married and kept by one very neurotic cat, Stella. He has a degree from Rutgers University in Asian Studies. Richard's poetry and fiction has appeared a number of times in Aphelion (with one or more poems almost every month!); his most recent fiction contribution was Holo, Grammy in the September 2012 edition.

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