he walked out of the library into
the sunlightit blinded him momentarily skewed
his vision he held his hand up to shade
his eyes bluewhitelight magnified by the
cloudless sky out of this brilliance a
woman walked up towards the buildingcrossed the reflective whiteconcrete pavementbreached a line of petite ornamental trees an ample medium was provided them in twentyyears or so theyd be hugemature
WHOAshe
was devastating skintight skirt blouse pinning on heels walking erect confident
coming out of the sun didnt hurt
whatwas his fledgling idolatry
she was something
he quit walkingSTOPPED
he watched fuckhe
stared
he was confident she knew stares
she was breezy asamatteroffact
he liked that too
she didnt acknowledge himwalked
past
he heard the metal slat of the out of
doors Book Depository open a
shuffle and CLANGclosed
her heels struck the pavementhe expected iridescentblue sparks
she crossed him again passing on his left her heartshaped ass happy in the sheath of
her blue skirt which was
somethingagain although didnt compare with
her coming
Price Is Right Com on down!
rung in his earsnot
that shed be a contestant
Francois Villon Com on down!
Kurt Vonnegut JUNIOR Com on down!
Hunter S Thompson Com on down! Bob Barker barked Joe! You! Com on down! Ohfuck
whawould he possibly bid? he didnt wanna go over Whapossibly would be her price
she was priceless
Francois bid
Vonnegut JUNIOR
bid higher
Thompson bid betweenem
he shot the moon made the
cumshot
WON! Sorry boys No bukkake for you
stealthily she rolled off in her Vette
his bid WON! not that shed ever know
early hours, Sunday,
17 2. 19
1400, Sunday,
24 3. 19