The hills to the west were looking at me and whispering.
I moved out a little further and turned back to measure the trajectory and speed of their shadow.
The sun put her hand on my shoulder and said “Things have gotten a bit crazy, we’re going to have to reschedule”
A tattooed cloud took the sunglasses from my face and handed them to me, as more clouds stepped over me, “excuse me” and kept going.
I missed last call, and a stiff breeze is already sweeping up.
I tried filling her lungs with my beer laden exhaust but she just lay there motionless on a drenched and cold beach towel.
Through the chain link fence the school bus looked on at me with pity.
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