NOVEL

c 2008 Tristan Winter

Shivering more at the sad danger of evening, she packed both her dresses and fled the house, no thought left behind.

I had lost him in the burning dust and colors of the market. We eventually met up again before a steeply raked stall run by an old man with beteled teeth and a crisp swan on his head for a hat.

Yes and I was personal adjutant to the Tsar. Allein. Alle eine. All one. Alone. You know me Al.

Nearly two days of timelessness, of fasting on instinct and evil certainty, exploded into force as it shot like a hairball through the mire, hauling him off in his jaws.

Are you the doctor? I said sure what the hell.

Around the world business was flourishing, the goals unlimited. The beneficence of this order varnished life with happiness and a unity of purpose. Murderers versus psychopaths.

At the end of the fifth week they rounded the bend and gaped. It was a city built entirely of shadows.

Here were jimmy who lived 16 years.

Human doors of esculent fog, sung as kindness. Yet no song had ever proven the infinitude of love, and it was ultimately left to the painters.

He sat grinning before the Master as the insects devoured and entered him.

By now an enormous crowd had gathered. What’s wrong with her, they gasped. I want to be a humid bean! No one dared interfere. If only she could tell the truth just once I could love her.

Now you are pouring a bottle and you are the bottle and you are the contents being poured.

What vibrant goodness enveloped us! We spoke to each other with nothing on our backs but sweat, nothing on our feet but air, and nothing in our stomachs but a feeling like sunshine.

Progress: ho popped him with a lamp.

And now the houses were sealed in concrete as the entire town prepared to begin the pilgrimage, which was one of the two things required in life.

An appalling silence filled the Big Top. We sat stunned, weeping as we watched it go on interminably. My god, that poor horse.

But, after all, winter arrived and the early morning streetcars began filling with women, fresh-scrubbed and sleepy, and quietly smelling of warm, baked berries.