Derrick’s Got Sh!t Else to Do
Copyright © 2012 Brião Ipanema
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters and events portrayed in this story are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Derrick on a cruiser, riding into Rio, stuck on a bridge. He looks left, traces a line with his eyes, Sugar Loaf bumps down to office buildings, up again higher higher to the Christ. So many cars on that bridge, walking might be faster. Long ride in, twenty-two hours from the falls. No big deal those falls, what’s the magnificence, Derrick wonders. Erosion? Why we all so enthralled by erosion? If anything it should be depressing. The inevitable wearing down and washing away; depressing. Wrong time of day to be crossing that bridge.
He will wait, whether five minutes or thirty, then shuffle through the terminal, then onto a city line bus. Number one two seven he remembers, the same which whisked him away two months prior, out of the Zona Sul, away from his friends-but-not-really and his home-but-not-really. Foolhardy thoughts, he recalls his motivations now; naïve traveler fodder. Two wasted months after two wonderful ones. Though others might take on the opposite view.