Tuesday, August 31, 2010


The west wall was both jagged and smooth. The whole piece was a mix of dark and medium browns with spots. It had natural steps cut into it, but they were meters apart standing on the most defined rock on the top was the Tigris. She stood on the top screaming, and then she jumped to the bottom with speeds that were both familiar and frightening as she fell. John began to climb the same crater in the rock that other humans were clinging to, betting that her body would be too large to fit or hang on to the stair. John was right she fell the length, only to start over again. He didn’t watch her long. She began catcalling.

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