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eBook Category: Science Fiction
eBook Description: An unemployed man living off the land from a motor home in the California mountains dreams of hitting the big time with his karaoke Elvis routine ... and falls into a chance to perform at a fancy Hollywood party at a summer estate.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Fictionwise, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2001

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Words: 6462
Reading time: 18-25 min.
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Around the curve they came with the moonlight sliding off them, big new shiny cars, gleaming like every polished thing you ever saw. I was close enough so I could look into the windows, each one as they went by so quiet, so smooth the motors weren't even purring. Only the whoosh of air and some perfume.

The people inside were just black silhouettes sharp as cut out of black paper, but elegant, you know? And in the last one, a lady had her window down and her white arm resting on the door. It shone in the moonlight like it was made of marble or something. I couldn't see her face but for a second or so, but that was enough to tell me she was from Hollywood.

So I knew then they were summer people up from there, going to some big party probably on one of those estates. I stood up slow and watched after the last one had gone by, and for a few minutes I could see the red lights winding away up the coast ro! ad, the moon sparkling on the glossy cars the way it would on bubbles, and the long beams of the headlights winking in and out.

And there I was having to swap bald tires on a rusted-out 1972 F150. But I just told myself, one day that'd be me in one of those fine cars, I'd be one of those summer people, and it'd be my old lady--not Suellen either--with the night air washing in like silver water and floating her perfume out the window. Some people would feel mean and cheap watching all those shiny cars, but not me. If you don't see something like that now and then to tell you what you're missing, you'll be happy selling firewood all your life.