Thursday, April 12, 2012

Thousand: Seven Hundred Sixteen

looks into the light, she will be blinded. What has the leprechaun done to her? Did it hurt her? It hurt her feelings. A little. Sort of. It was weird and ugly. Which is still true. Maybe it was responsible for this whole thing. The disappearance of the overseer. The blank room. The doors that weren’t there. The angel. Probably not the angel. That was different. That was nice. And the coffee. The coffee was good. The girl looks into the light. And there’s the angel, holding a cup of coffee. Wow! No, it’s a chalice. Wine would be okay.

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