I can see us laughing as you did your hair in a snow storm, curlers and Aquanet at the kitchen table. It turned out perfect. All dolled up and nowhere to go!
I looked around me for an explanation, and what I saw shocked me. 'Penguins?' I inquired. I looked down and saw webbed feet...not exactly a great thing when concerning a human being.
I rounded the corner, and there was Karl Rove, lying in a modified Hyperbaric chamber, his lower half shrouded in what looked like something from a bad sci-fi porno.
But the table is ours for so long as we want it. A few shadows dance around the walls in the old urban district of this city in the Southeast of France.
Thunder shots cease, hoots and hollers fill the air *
blanketing mourning wails; I drop my pistol. *
I should have escaped; I should have *
found refuge among good-humored children, where I *
only hear the clickety-clack of plastic pistols.
Plates and silver clank around the corner; old couples in cardigans rustle their newspapers -- sipping their saucers gently -- savoring early hours in late lives.