Free Fall (Pyramid of Gold)

The next day, Mickey picked me up after a shift. He was wearing a ridiculous green sheepskin coat, a few sizes too big for him, and probably older than both of us by a decade.

As we were walking to his car, I said:

'Is this like a hipster thing?'

He looked at me with surprise.

'What do you mean?'

'The coat'

He blinked.

'What about it?'

I open my mouth, then closed it again.

'Nevermind. How far did you park?'

He drove a blue Pontiac Firefly. The car was so old that it was almost antique, but well cared for. It looked like an aging mule that was too worn out to work the farm, but haven't quite decided to die yet.