Wild and ridiculous - loud mating calls in the woods.
Clacking sticks together - expressions of false seriosity.
We advance.
And here she comes - gray-faced and earnest in her need to warn us of the danger.
Grunting and chastising without a hint of a smile in her eyes.
Brown hair, pulled back. Mousy.
Ordinary tank top... capris...sandals.
She's clean. If she's crazy - she's well kept by someone.
Maybe she's for real.
We slink away like younglings caught smoking behind the tool shed. At once, defiant and cowed.
Surely, she laughed behind our backs.
Surely, she's laughing still.
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I love the way you tell a story.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love the way you live!
If you'd witnessed the grunting, you'd laugh for the rest of your life.
ReplyDeleteGetting caught turns an experience into an imprint!
ReplyDeleteWait... did you ever think maybe she was answering the call?
Oh... she was. But, you'll have to watch the show (still pending) to find out what sort of call she was answering. ;)
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