Being My Deliverance

Sebastian sat and knit in the corner of the coffee house, eye peeled surreptitiously for the ladies. Prime number at the counter. She spotted him when she turned to put sugar in her coffee — he was perfectly placed for that, not right in front of the counter, which would have been too obvious, but off to the side, over by the window. He was looking out the window when she saw him, but really he was looking at her in the reflection.

“You knit?” she said.

“Yeah,” he said. “Just scarves an’ things. Nothing fancy.”

“I love knitting!” Clothes don’t say much. Sweater, dark pants, scarf… wait. Peep of fancy belt buckle underneath.

“It’s super relaxing. I like to put on the Drive By Truckers and just go crazy.”

“Oh my god, I love that band!”

Freezeframe. Two little men appear on his shoulders. “Hey, guys.”

“Why don’t you do something useful with your life?” said the one wearing a long white smock. “Instead of wasting your gifts in these places.”

“Mmmmmmm. Mmmmmmmm!” moaned the other one.

“Little men!” squealed the girl. “How adorable!”

“Thanks,” said Sebastian. “They can be a pain sometimes.”

“What’s the other one?”

“Oh. That’s my little monster.”

“Back, back!” cried the ghost of tiny Victor Frankenstein, brandishing a torch.