Wednesday, August 03, 2011

Thousand: Four Hundred Fifty-Nine

enjoyed the pleasant buzz from the first cup and savored the squishy sweetness of the baked blueberries. He did not worry. It was nice. After that he tried to achieve it through conscious means. Usually he was unsuccessful. But forgetting proved to be a skill that got better with practice. He did worry his new power was a symptom of pathology. Alzheimer’s? Mini strokes, otherwise unnoticeable? But, looking over the shoulder of the ranting leprechaun Bernie sees the cowboy emerge from the back door of the house, followed by the innkeeper, and feels only the satisfaction of a well-developed skill

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