Sunday, December 6, 2009

Town Falls Down

by Omphalodes

Blithe was just in time to see the world en flambé from the rooftop. Staring down amongst strangers, she imagined a merciless troubadour coaxing the orange flames through the streets on a drowsy steed. The saltwater of the bay did not lift a finger. Clouds hung low, but no rain to speak of. Everyone waited.

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