Spurned

I got thirty-five stories; I forgot at least twenty. 

“Her name is Audrey, but everyone calls her Drey, pronounced like the good doctor.”

“Sounds old school, like a movie star.”

“Well, yeah.” 

He wears a blue suit worn shiny at the shoulders and the hip bones, he stalks the common margins, and he might well not be human. 

Don’t ask me to elaborate.

 

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“Love tangles thickly the world. Green limbs

Hold our throats like snakes. Love

Is the dripping forearm encircling

Everything.”

Here come ...