Table Watching

Across me is a father and his daughter. They’re in a table for 2, and they’re both leaning forward with their elbows on the table looking like lovers before they realize there are a million sacrifices that come with staring into each others eyes. He, the father, is wearing his daughter’s backpack – her small purple backpack.

“This is my favorite color,” she says as she points to a pink balloon she just colored.

“I know.” He says, “I know.”

Undergroundies

They say that underneath us is a civilization not like ours, but also very similar. Little cities in the dark with little people living in them populate the underground. I’ve never seen them myself, and I can’t name anyone who has. But they’re there, even if it’s just our minds that say so.