“Captive Blue-Eyes…Alas we meet.”

– she laughs

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smoldering cigarette smoke

climbs from cafe` counter to the ceiling

an ashtray tongue licks and breathes dust
curling and twisting outward & upward

like a good story.

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“Whats your story? “..

– she winks

eyelashes curling and twisting

`

“Everyone has a story”

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“I’ve had a thousands stories”

—I snarl

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“they all end with my death”

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“Time to write a new story”

— she nods

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Over her shoulder
The door blows open…