HERE I STAAAND KOKO NI IIIRUUU
*By a canal, no particular one, Oscar stands with the blank, near-frightened expression of the sheep. She grips in her hands a box wrapped in pink polka dots and striped ribbon, and her jaw hangs only slightly as a gondola floats past, leaving in its wake lingering notes from songs of love, youth. The man who rowed with his strong, tanned arms sang of ai, seishun, and bolero, though it rolled from his lips with an 'r'-- boreerro. Very Spanish.
The wind blows by, making the red tinsel atop her pointy party hat seem to twinkle and dance. She wonders if this is a dream, but is so unable to speak.*
The wind blows by, making the red tinsel atop her pointy party hat seem to twinkle and dance. She wonders if this is a dream, but is so unable to speak.*