GONE TO FIDDLIN'
The mystery in the hallway : a
smoky, etched shadow burnt onto
the wall - an image on the paper,
some patterned-design in off-white.
The image is charcoal looking, a
bit of a glimmer but the form of
a human. Something startling, a
surprise, and bleak.
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So, then, we start : Bring the
paper and bring the book. You
write, I'll talk. People think I make
stuff up. I don't. Everything that
transpired, I was there. It couldn't
get better than real.
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What's left of life : waiting for the
mailman? Waiting on water to boil?
Corn on the stovetop, sandwich meat
on the kitchen counter? Hell, let's
just go to 7-11.
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