2 Hot Blondes The Lesson John Persons -

The lesson was held in an abandoned roller rink. Neon lights flickered. A bass thrummed through the floor. Saffron, sharp and witty, wore a sequined jumpsuit. Honey, softer but equally wild, balanced on a unicycle while juggling rubber chickens.

Then he danced. Not well. Not gracefully. But freely.

John looked at the kazoo. He looked at the city below—thousands of tiny, orderly lives like his used to be. He thought about his silent apartment, his scheduled bowel movements, his collection of matching gray socks. 2 Hot Blondes The Lesson John Persons

Honey patted his cheek. “You’ve been living in grayscale, John. We’re just adding the crayons.”

John thought. “I tried a new flavor of yogurt last Tuesday. Strawberry.” The lesson was held in an abandoned roller rink

The Blondes had vanished, leaving only a glittery note: “Lesson learned? Good. Now go teach someone else.”

Honey made him call his boss and leave a voicemail singing the theme to The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air . Saffron convinced him to trade his sensible loafers for neon roller skates. They drove his Prius through a car wash with the windows down, screaming along to ABBA. At a diner, they ordered dessert first, then appetizers, then soup—backward. John’s internal compass spun wildly. Saffron, sharp and witty, wore a sequined jumpsuit

The next morning, he didn’t quit his job or shave his head or join a circus. But he did stop for donuts on the way to work. He took a different route. He smiled at a stranger.