On weekends when the woman walks up hills, she does it to see the sun. At sea level, thick smog obliterates the sky, a gray and toxic smothering. Despite the altitude, once she gets above it she breathes easier. She has not seen such a blue sky from down below since childhood.
A praying mantis perches on the coffee shop doorframe, / the alien is intrigued.
It’s definitely not Congrats! Not, Why? Not, Will you winter here or in the caves of Glubslubgoo? Not, What a
Ah, why did we give you…to a mortal, while you are deathless and ageless? Was it so you could share
No jack at the nape of the neck, no Mars colony, no teleportation, no flying car jaunts with your friend