IT IS EXACTLY. . . We say our goodbyes. So, this...is: farewell? He does not rise from his chair. Cigarette in hand like an actor in a play. His life indeed half real...half fictional. His ears always too big for his head filter sunlight through them a pinkish red. An hibiscus blooms behind his head. It is exactly 10 minutes past 9. *** The years have been kind to him. He a real life Dorian Gray. He looks as if he hasnt moved an inch in all that time. & is still smoking the same cigarette. Two little laugh lines hold his smile in parenthesis. It is exactly 9 minutes past 10.
Posted on: Tue, 02 Dec 2014 00:35:12 +0000