Progression

Fuck I can see the plate sliding to my right. I think I can catch it with the hook of my elbow. If I can hold my breath long enough, I can slow time down enough to make it stop, yet maybe one's heart must stop as well. Gravity doesn't yield to mental powers, this isn't a graphic novel.

Panic inducing crash. Chards of plate scatter in their appropriate impact times velocity (or whatever the fucking formula is, I failed fucking physics in high school). A tinge of red flushes my face. I hate when this happens. I just couldn't do anything about it.

I keep in step, keep walking. I have arms full of other plates. Someone else will bring a broom and dust pan. Alert. Alert. I'm not going to look back.

***

I dropped the entire plate. On the floor. On purpose. Forty-five seconds before I released my fingers, I imagined the plate falling, slow motion, shattering as it hit the floor with a panicking inducing noise, food splattering. It seemed cathartic to let go.

Now, it's forty-five seconds later, after an exhaled oh shit, I grab large chards of plate. I know someone in the back is rushing with a broom and dust pan. I pick up what I can and hurry to the back to dispose of the mess I've picked up and pretend that it was an accident, a random occurance.

I should let go more. It was cathartic.

***

I threw the plate at his head. I knew he'd duck. It's just something you know. If I throw x at Z's head, Z will duck, Z will take ALL actions to move OUT OF THE WAY.

I can't say the same about Z's actions before said moment. He really should have taken all actions to not provoke a plate being chucked at his head, but I'm sure he's recalling hindsight is 20/20 or some other similar cliche.

He looks at me like I'm crazy. It's an appropriate response.

"WHAT THE HELL?!?!" he screams at me, staring at the broken pieces of plate scattered near his vicinity.

"It slipped?" I shrug. "Accident."

Wide-eyed, he shakes his head at me. "No, no way. You..."

"Yes?" I pander. "I, what?"

"Fuck you too." He turns to leave, but pauses, "Don't think you're not fucking cleaning this up."

"Wouldn't dream of it."