Kiss me to show you’re sorry.
Those who go looking are on a fool’s errand.
Does one simply see what one is fit to see?
There is a muscular tightness in his back and neck.
He is no stranger to self-pity.
He will stand here all day if he has to.
Run and get a policeman, I’ll stay here and make sure he doesn’t get away.
He cannot leave and think of something else.
It all finishes here.
There was no one to be seen.
I’ll show you the way, if you like.
I know of a cave nearby where we could rest for the night.
I don’t care about all that now.
His bewilderment turned to alarm.
It just didn’t add up.
He knew how the world worked.
He would have to linger on.
He longed to be absorbed into the earth.
The next thing that happened was that he forgot the last thing that happened.
How could he wake from a waking dream?
How long had he been hiding?
There was no one there.
Gone Fishin’
His sense of time was as warped as everything else.
He couldn’t have said how long he stayed there.
He didn’t want to be taken away.
He must find a way out before it was too late.
Gone Fishin’ – again :-)
He needed no more than three hours’ sleep to function perfectly for the rest of the day.
Age and money had alienated him from that relationship.
He had always had a strong connection with nature.
Gone Fishin’
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