Storytime
I reapplied my vestments in the afterglow of our evening. Noticing the stain on the leg of my pants I thought of how my clothes were away from a wash a week or so in either direction. I parted with the usual formalities, discussion and scheduling of later rendezvous. Realizing that my night was young yet I decided to get a cup of coffee.
I entered the diner her scent still clinging to me. It was the middle of the night and the room seemed to crawl. It looked and smelled as those places often do. Flannel and trucker hats dotted its aging landscape. I took my place on a bar stool next to an old woman. Her face like panther bones you'd swear you could see your future in its creases and canals. For several moments I sat silently drinking my coffee, pondering events to come and past when she turned to me. Her southern drawl slow and deliberate she said, "We are all figures in the dreaming of a small child. Asleep by the riverside he sees our lives dance symbiotically within himself."
"Is that so?" I said, a smirk appearing in the corners of my face.
"It is." she said, "After all a place like this with its ebb and flow of serendipitous whimsy and wanton cruelty could only come from the mind of a child."
I entered the diner her scent still clinging to me. It was the middle of the night and the room seemed to crawl. It looked and smelled as those places often do. Flannel and trucker hats dotted its aging landscape. I took my place on a bar stool next to an old woman. Her face like panther bones you'd swear you could see your future in its creases and canals. For several moments I sat silently drinking my coffee, pondering events to come and past when she turned to me. Her southern drawl slow and deliberate she said, "We are all figures in the dreaming of a small child. Asleep by the riverside he sees our lives dance symbiotically within himself."
"Is that so?" I said, a smirk appearing in the corners of my face.
"It is." she said, "After all a place like this with its ebb and flow of serendipitous whimsy and wanton cruelty could only come from the mind of a child."