Oliver Benjamin
“Where is everybody?” Roy said to himself.
Colin, for one, was down the street in Sprout’s room. Naked as a
newborn.
“What is this?” Sprout said, examining the tragic rag he had just
removed.
“My underpants,” he said, “My link to the thereafter.”
“Yes? Well they’re going there now.”
She walked to the window like a soldier, cloth held out in front of
her like a battlescarred flag.
“No! Don’t do that!” he wailed, trying to grab her, make her stop,
but it was too late. She had already dropped them fluttering
downward into the alley beneath her window. He shook her, naked
and angry. She tried to soothe him. But he was livid now.
“Who do you think you are?” he yelled, breaking away, “How the
fuck can you know what I need?”
She struck Colin hard as she could with an open palm across the
face and his planet came unscrewed. It wobbled and spun along its
axis.
She pulled her white shirt over her head. Twin aureolas mapped
out a celestial ellipse. A finger touched the point of impact, merciful,
gentle now, and she pulled him towards her to the spot where
everything was at rest. His lips tasted the sweet salt of her skin and
he reviewed the fundamental principles. Was there anything more
beautiful than a breast? Babies sure didn’t think so, and they just
dropped in from heaven.
For those considering love the highest good: It was through this
that mammals brought love into the world. In the beginning was the
breast. Im anfang war die teat. On his knees before her, Colin
brought love back into his own world. Her well was unfathomable.
He would travel along its depth and back.
Roy purchased a bouquet of pink roses from a shop near to his.
Leona had informed him that she was moving out, so he wanted
to take the opportunity to invite Sprout to move in. He dreamed of
his house consecrated with her presence. Together, he felt they could
withstand anything, even Morris Bidden.
He remembered his last evening together with Ellie, when she
said dissatisfaction made the world go around. It may have been
difficult for many people to find continual joy in one thing, that had
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