Tuesday, March 11, 2014


He came with stuff. An antique chest, accouterment suited for a chef, raven paintings and haiku books. 
It was the narwhal whale sculpture that finally made her ask. 
Who are you? And how are you single?
I was waiting for you. 

She nods. It will take her some time to articulate her predicament: she believes the very things she knows aren't true. 

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