Thursday, September 26, 2013
Where there’s will...
He set up a meeting in his hotel room with his first love,
so so long after. But she proved too fat to enter.
“No prob-lemo! We’ll go to the bar!”
“No use,” came her old, sweet voice. “I collapse chairs.”
“There must be some place!”
There was, a just-abandoned foundry. He winched her up
and sped her along the overhead rail. Running back and forth
underneath with the joystick.
“This is like the fun we had years ago!” she blurted.