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I have to go.
I have a job there.
Few people on the street. No traffic.
He turned and looked, too, saw no one.
A mouse ran across the kitchen floor.
Because once again he felt as though he could conquer the world.
I read the street signs and I decided to look around.
He was about to ask her what her name was.
I love you. All my life I’ve loved you. And always will.
And you know it. You can’t kid me.
All you need for the rest of your life is a camera.
I knew that was you before I looked.
He had moved closer to her.
I don’t know what to do, she thought.
People stopped and stared and wondered at the sight.
Don’t let it go. Keep it there. All right so far.
There were a few stars still in the sky.
I’ve got wonderful things to tell you and to show you, listen to me.
The signs tell the story of the change.
There was the ebb and flow of talk and laughter.
She polished one pane of glass over and over.
There were so many things she hadn’t said to him.
It was like trying to look into the future.
That would be his story, and it was a good one.
He was going to have to pay for it.
What would the street do to her?
This world was one of great contrasts, she thought.
She argued with herself about it.
Now I wonder if you’re being wise, dear.
But these people were different.
It was, she discovered slowly, a very strange world that she had entered.
What difference does it make to him?
And she thought, everything he does, he does quietly.
Gone Fishin’
He will stand here all day if he has to.
I’ll show you the way, if you like.
More people having more and more thoughts.
Please don’t let me go mad.
He lowered his head again and pressed on.
Remember who you are.
Do we have a reliable driver?
Where would we like to go?
Birds sing. Fish swim. Time passes.
That’s a pretty truck you got there.
Why didn’t I think of that?
The missingness of the missing.
For a while they walked in silence.
What is memory anyway but a painful dispute with the past?
“To the elements be free,” he says to her. And, finally, she is.
You’re coming back, right?
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