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Crop CirclesHe lowered himself soundlessly onto the side of the triangle. It was warm after breathing eons of restless sun; the red rust created a shell around the silver metal he had tip-toed across all those years ago, a sort of impassive barrier between then and now.Crop Circles
"All those years." he said, looking up and across the field. The crop circles Ritchie had made were long gone, but the grass had never grown back quite right. You could see them, if you knew how. At that moment he didn't, as the wind bent the grass into waves and, as the grass arched more towards the sky near the gate, tsunamis rose and fell. Whispering.
"It
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Of No SignificanceMy friend, I have front row tickets Pull up a chair...no? cigarette? but we'll sit here in the isle instead where there is silence, and creatures, trying to be silent.Of No Significance
The movie is starting, my friend Shh! can you see the shadow of that man behind the screen? No, this isn't the Wizard of Oz, but he is the Gweat and Tewwible. He slots the reels into place, and stares at the projector until the movie is over. The show must go on - ! so he throws that reel away; then slots another one into place. Click! Don't look so scared. It is of no r
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EpitaphAct IEpitaph
I remember when I lost my mind.
Act II
You're an idol carved of plastic and faux ivory. Because you aren't worth killing for.
You have more than one sky. More than one shade of blue to paint it with. Skin weaved out of holocausts and superstition. Apollo whispers on your fingertips. The sun trembles somewhere under your shadow. Praying for warmth. The moon hangs on the horizon. Praying for a fix; an eclipse. But in our world there are towers that actually scrape the sky.
They call them skyscrapers.
Act III
I sent my son to find you. Sent h
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AliceAct IAlice
Alice was a good girl.
Her mama told her so, you see; so it must be true. Ever since that autumn morning (it was years ago), when she had slipped from nothing into something. The absence of sin had fluttered on her eyelids. Daddy had cradled her in his arms and wept, she remembered. Sometimes she woke up in the middle of the night, screaming, because she remembered something else, too;
His sweater had been red.
Act II
Alice watched the clouds fall apart and blow away (she didn't mourn them this time). The sun eyed her nervously from behind the thickening film of time. She
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