Story #35

The wind blows grins in my face. I watch LSD crabs swirling, swelling and surrounding oil puddles to lap up with enamel tongues. I toss an orange glance in her direction. She pretends like I don't exist. I take it slow, one foot at a time crunching snapping into an ocean filled to the brim with leaves. It's autumn all year long and you go to bed each night with dread certainty that tomorrow will be colder. She hasn't even taken her clothes off yet. I wonder if she'll ever remember what it's like to be a kid again.