Miguel Ángel Asturias  Mulata 

                                     Life is life. There is no good life or bad life.

his fourth catnapped adventure

he knew where it came fromfrom among the library receipts

                                                               hastily scribbled had a hard time reading his own handwriting her paleblue chrysalis shivered she slipped from it her sylphic body curling in a current of air she descended to a supple palegreen leaf which she used as a boat to cross the Styx

                                                                                           ignoring Charon

a young woman came out of a Craftsman bungalow descended four concrete steps onto a walk which lead to the public sidewalk bordered by flowerbeds  a grass hellstrip

she wore a diaphanous seethrough bluesilver blouse over a lacy white bra  a white lacy skirt  barefooted  he couldnt take his eyes off her which humoured her

                                                                     smiling dimples  Good morning she said

An excellent morning he replied 

                                            approaching her Have a fine day

Yes. Thank you.

                   That is my intention.

passing her as she stood on the walkway he turned on his heels walking away backwards

Careful she cried after him  You could break your neck.

There are worst ways to go

                                         he had not ever seen a sylph before

1523,  Tuesday,  24  3. 15

0546,  Sunday,  21  12. 25

1204,  Sunday