Main | Thursday, October 07, 2004

Fantasy #13

You arrive to find my door unlocked.

You enter my apartment to find me sitting on the couch, surrounded by photo albums. We spend hours curled up, while I flip though hundreds of photographs from my childhood, as you pay rapt attention.

Occasionally, you interrupt my narration to say things like:

"Now, WHICH aunt is this one again?"


"Don't you look cute in your Little League uniform!"


"Now, WHICH aunt is this one again?"

You leave.


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