UNRELATED INDIVIDUALS FORMING A GROUP WAITING TO CROSS: COARSE

BY ZRCL @misseckhaus

Our first and last walk uphill was for possession of two yellowing plums, she said. No, two brown flowers, he said. Okay. Two Brown Flowers. We climbed slowly toward the house of destiny. No,no, the temple of chance. The other direction two stones rolled downhill, she said. Billiard balls. They were billiard balls, he said. Oh yes, I recall. It was exactly then, that I made fun of your sunburn, she said and dropped the plums, he said. When you made so much out of nothing. -M. Yakich

"'One day you and I and this will all turn to dust.'he said, she said, they said."
-P. Thek