Tuesday, December 1, 2009

9: The Something

The something arrived one day, a fractured monument in miniature resting in the town square. You said, it looks like a golden avocado. I disagreed, thought it was more like squash, a copper color. Everyone saw the something differently. An authority said, it might be from space. Which caused parties, weirdness. Let’s not go, you said, and I agreed, so we watched the night from our window, celebrating things we knew, goblets of champagne and meteor showers.


Katherine Wenerick-Bell said...

This is oddly romantic. I like it.

Michael Solender said...

love the title, says it all. or something anyway..