Moment 1: “Lemon and Lime”
“Lemon and lime!?” he asked, his face a plastic twat of incredulity.
“Lemon and lime!?”
“Lemon and lime.” I said.
“…Lemon and lime?”
“Lemon and lime”. I said. For the final time. And it was.
Moment 2: “It”
The four of them stood there, in front of It, awed by It, afraid of It. Kevin, Michael, Sandra, Pritesh - those were their names, you have to believe me. If you don’t believe me, I’ll fucking kill myself, don’t think I won’t.
Moment 3: “The Girl who Couldn’t”
She stood there, her hands all a-twitch, all a-twitter, stood there and shivered like a ropey dog in the Arctic. Could she? Did a thought pulse through her brain in that infinite moment? Did she hear, somewhere, a million miles away, the echo of her proud father’s voice, from beyond the grave, from beyond the edge of time: “You can!”. Did she feel his guiding hand in this, her lonely midnight, her exile, her reckoning to end all reckoning? No.
I remember all of these moments from when I never didn’t not experience any of them; but especially Jeff.
moment 2 is my favourite. i read these aloud to one of my housemates. she didn’t laugh.