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Paper or Plastic - Scene 1Paper or plastic? Natalie asked, for what was probably the hundredth time that day.
Whichever is easier. The tall man responded, and she looked barely looked up as she began to scan his collection of items.
Plastic it is. She responded as she beeped the first few things past the scanner.
Is that a good color, do you think? He asked as she lifted up a red leather dog collar from the moving belt, just before she scanned it.
Well, what color is the dog? She asked, the question feeling a little strange but a welcome change from the monotony of the day.
Sort of a reddish-brown color, I guess. He looked to be in his late twenties, blond, and attractive as he smiled. Almost exactly the color of your hair, to tell you the truth.
Oh, well, I guess red is fine then. She returned his smile, her hand reaching up to
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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