Tuesday, November 6, 2012


The Western Front

Two men sat at a table, freshly-made tea in a pot.
“Who’s coming for lunch?”
“Who’s coming for dinner? A man, a rabbit, a dragon.”
They nodded.
“Here it is, old chap, have a cupper and hold your breath.”
There was a pause.
“So I went fishing this weekend.”
“For what?”
“For a crooked sense of humor. For an icy stone-hard face, for a dangerous predator.”
“Yes, even the cat is in on this.”
They nodded.
“This is a place where people can disappear, old chap.”
They sipped their tea and sat in silence for quite some time.
 “It took me ages to find my head, you know.”
“I know.”

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