Thursday, 2 April 2015

No Wings to Shelter Under 2: The Uncy Dome-ning

I'm a good man, and Mother always said you can't keep a good man down. Actually, she didn't ever say that, she was never around. But if she had been, then well, perhaps I wouldn't have drowned. I mean, I'm sure it happens all the time in a lakeside town, playing by the water's edge and no one hears a sound. I was grasping at the surface light, haloing down upon me like a crown, but I was sinking to the bottom as if I weighed a hundred pounds.

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