he had a date with a Glenda   really          she looked like the Good Witch of the North

her icyblue gown had thrown him for a curve

and in defiance of the deference to Honor or the hypersensibilities Regality exuded he willfully risked life or limb to dance with the Good Witch  determined to learn if the curves he might undrape would match the curve he was thrown for

its brilliant silverblueness

                                          was starkly offset by her lascivious rubyred painted mouth which she held in an attitude and fresh restlessness of plumped yearning petals

their color was deftly enhanced by the backdrop the jetblack asphalt street that she stood on a curb above

it spread behind her like oil or the relaxed surface of a pond

only its sharpwhite midline dividing one side of the street from the other suggested any distinction of substance 

otherwise it seemed to lap   purse   close

   

                                                                     beckoning

he had her

his hand at the small of her back

his fingers spread down onto her rump

his leg and hip tucked in between her legs

as he retired his hand

he lifted his other to take her by the elbow

                                                                     she sighed

her eyes fluttered innocently

too innocent

shockhis hand opened involuntarily

she leaned back      unafraid          unhesitantly

her forearm slipping between his fingers

she fell backwards off the curb  perfectly flat  pivoting off her unseen heels

her fingers passed through his

                                           

like the breath of a cold Lake Michigan wind

the street opened like water

spreading around her

absorbing her

and through the hole where she fell he watched her sink like a scintillating bluestone

thensuddenlyasif he were in possession of her sight he saw himself falling up away from her through the same hole she entered

growing smaller and  smaller    and      smaller

 

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