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Unknown VI

He sat on his back porch, a cement block covered in Astroturf, in an old aluminum chair his grandfather was going to throw out. It was night with every star in the sky. He tried the find the constellations his father taught him, but the glare from the neighbor’s all-night, security light, the kind that lit up their whole backyard, took some of the splendor away.

If his shotgun was handy, he would’ve fixed that problem. All he had was his sword, sheathed and resting across his lap. Things of the day, rabbits, squirrels, possums, required the shotgun. The things that came at night, the things that go bump, could only be slain by a sword.

(c) Mary Lewys, 2007

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citicen_x
Jun. 5th, 2007 01:39 pm (UTC)
More... more!!
mlewys
Jun. 5th, 2007 03:53 pm (UTC)
That's it, silly. :-)
citicen_x
Jun. 5th, 2007 04:00 pm (UTC)
Well, then, I guess you'll just need to write something else...!

I love your work... and we need to see more of it!
mlewys
Jun. 5th, 2007 04:23 pm (UTC)
*smiles* Keep praising me and you shall!
citicen_x
Jun. 5th, 2007 04:32 pm (UTC)
Praise, praise, praise, praise, praise...

...how's that?!
mlewys
Jun. 5th, 2007 06:41 pm (UTC)
That will get you pinched. :-)
citicen_x
Jun. 5th, 2007 06:45 pm (UTC)
She loves me! She loves me!!
mlewys
Jun. 5th, 2007 10:00 pm (UTC)
I'll say it, with bruises!
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