Dream Skirt November 23, 2016Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
My sister and I were shopping and getting impatient with it. We were on our way out of the store when a skirt caught my eye. It was black leather, and it lit up—that is, its flashing lights were part of its appeal. I pointed it out to my sister, then checked the tag. It was her size. It was the only one.
The salesperson told us that it was filled with dark rum. Even better!
She took it to the dressing room to try it on.
Voles November 23, 2016Posted by indigobunting in Uncategorized.
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The other night I read, in a book about the brain, that voles are monogamous. This made me feel strangely worse about the ones that are showing up in our basement mousetraps. But maybe they are moles. I make Tim take them out, so I don’t look too closely. In looking it up now, it looks like they are likely moles, or possibly shrews. I do not know if moles or shrews are monogamous. I don’t want to know. I don’t want to kill anyone’s loved one, let alone the one-and-only.