# 115 Chicago
Joe looked at the dark and misty sky through the picture window in the bar. “Look at it,” he shouted. “It shrouds the city for days at a time.”
“Think warm,” Kathy said, “Picture in your mind what we left behind.”
Joe closed his eyes and visions of ocean waves breaking on the, palm trees swaying in the wind, Bougainvillea covering walls, and imagined the bikini clad girls walking on the beach. Opening his eyes, he saw the swirling snow growing into monstrous piles of mush fit only for a sleigh or sled.
“I try, but when I close my eyes, it’s all right, but when they’re open, reality crashes down all around and I see that I’ll never enjoy this Arctic-like place, which La Salle probably should have passed on by.”
“It’s not so bad up above. “Kathy said. “Imagine your spirit flying above the clouds.”
Joe closed his eyes again and soared above the dark blanketing clouds. He found himself in rarified illuminating air with sunshine there. If only when he was down below he could’ve know that the sun rays were mightily trying to burn through winter’s cold that destroyed roads, and any dreams of spring, summer or even thirty-two degrees?
“You’re right, Kathy, it’s not so bad up there.”
“If you like it there, you’ll love it where I come from. It’s always warm, and there are plenty of others like you there. Women walk around naked all day and to tell the truth no one wears any clothes.”
“Where do you come from?” He never asked her, but now she had him wondering. Joe met Kathy in Florida, and now she followed him wherever he went.
“I’m not allowed to say, but if you do all the right things, I can take you there.” Kathy gave Joe a handful of pills, “Start by taking these.”
Joe washed them down with beer. He closed his eyes and imagined the world Kathy had described. He saw naked women frolicking on a sandy beach under a warm sun. When he wanted to eat, food came on a silver tray delivered by women who wore aprons but nothing else.
There were dogs running down the beach. Trucks loaded with beer lined the road, and movies played in the sky if he wanted to see them. Music was all around if he desired to listen. All he had to do was think of anything, and it was his. Money wasn’t needed, and he didn’t see any who were sick in any way.
He opened his eyes to the dark, and couldn’t see a thing. He didn’t remember going anywhere. Kathy no longer sat beside him. Lightning flashed, and he saw he was no longer in the bar. He started to sweat from the heat. Better than the Chicago cold he thought, until it got so hot it burned his skin. “Turn down the goddamn heat,” he shouted to whom, he didn’t know.
It got hotter and brighter. He began to see, and happiness filled his heart when he saw a naked woman carrying a tray across sand toward him. When she got close, he saw she had no head. She carried it on the tray. So much heat made his mouth cry out for a drink of something cold. As though answering his thought, a woman who had a head appeared with a glass full of ice water. Joe grabbed it and took a drink. The water turned to sand as it passed his lips. He gagged, choked and screamed, “Is that supposed to be a joke?”
The woman who had given him the water said, “That’s the way it is here.”
Before he could ask where here was, a dog knocked her to the ground and in an instant other dogs jumped in and devoured her. He didn’t want to be here and tried to imagine being in another place, but couldn’t.
He ran to where the sand met the water. Hot and thirsty he ran into the water with his mouth open. It turned to flames, and he became a fire eater. He swam through the flames and came to an island where people were being turned on spits above roaring flames.
They were alive, and Joe tried to save one by taking him off the fire.
“Don’t do that. I was given a choice to freeze or cook, and I hate the cold, so I chose this.”
Joe couldn’t understand where he was or why the people here were so strange. He went to a hill and found n entrance to a cave. Inside it got cooler, and he was relieved until he saw the insects feasting on people who came there to beat the heat. He ran screaming from the cave thinking he’d rather be dead than endure living like this.
“You would have been dead, but you did the right thing and swallowed the pills I gave you,” Kathy came into view, “so I could bring you to where I come from. This is my home.”
Joe wished he was back in Chicago’s cold. He’d never complain about the snow or anything else if only he didn’t have to stay in this place Kathy called home.
When his eyes opened, he saw he was back in the bar, Kathy was gone. He ripped off his coat and ran outside and put a handful of snow into his mouth. It tasted so much better than sand. He looked to the Gray sky and saw Kathy up there.
“Think warm,” she said and disappeared.
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