A Hinge Moment

"“It’s O.K. You’re with me now. Everything will be O.K. Cry for your father. What man doesn’t cry for his father? Let it out. Caperton cooled his forehead on the window. The Beast stroked his back. “They say it’s a cycle, but there is no cycle. You get jerked in and reamed out. That’s all.”

Caperton could not cry again. Also, he thought he might be onto a new phase. Lumped nullity. Drool drooped from his lip. He looked up and saw that the plane was empty. “I’m sorry,” one of the flight attendants said. “But it’s time to leave.” 

“We’ll leave soon,” the Beast said. “When it’s time.” 

“But it’s time now.

No, it’s not!” the Rough Beast shouted, cocked his hand for a karate chop. “This man’s in the middle of a fucking hinge moment! ... One of the flight attendants called security on her walkie-talkie. The others dashed for the door." - from The Naturals, by Sam Lipsyte