Homunculus

Homunculus you thought it would stay in one place adopt a contented pose lounge languidly by the fire without complaint nor ask for more than could be given little did you know this thing had a mind of its own and was after all you call your own soon you were working for it meeting its capricious demands with no compensatory gratuities stated or implied -- an ad hoc arrangement made on its terms not yours -- other possibilities were pursued to no advantage most were closed to further inquiry the homunculus clung to the web it wove spun round a routine that met his demands along with a free lunch that was not discussed now you’re out the door on the street looking back at a brightly-lit room where visions of poignant scenes fade into misty shadows David Sermersheim