Away . . . for real this time.
I'll pop on in the mornings.
See you next week!
PenniesHide your pennies in a lockbox--call them virgin! Wear the key around you neck--call it wealth. Ah, you, keeper of unsmiling coins. A man, pompous in a mirror, thinking yourself rich from a flake or two of copper. A-ha! One-two-three and counting. Pretending them unhandled and new, bedded by your pink palms alone. Like unmarried daughters, like newly wedded brides, shuttered away with their gleaming sanctity. Let them rattle against the walls of a windowless prison, unchristened. Hoarder! Clap your hands and watch them jump at the sound, watch them flicker so brightly, so sprightly. And you think they must be mint! Wrong, oh you poor fool, wiPennies by ~Pegasi-Rising
IndiaIndiaIndia by ~Pegasi-Rising
Like a marshmallow in a mug of cocoa, he was small, alone, and very white, wading around in a vast sea of brown. The city around him was a veritable compost of sun-baked features, the sidewalks bobbing with the turns and tilts of brown heads, brown faces, brown eyes.
He was amidst thousands of merging, interchanging bodies of living matter, no one person in the same place more than once, the entire structure of migrating life working against itself as some people went west, some east, some north, some south, and yet all managed to somehow maintain an identical pattern of forward motion. The very foundation of the city seem