May 16th, 2006



It was a dark and gloomy day. The light of the monitor washed her face in a revolting shade of kiwi. The moment of truth had arrived. She hitched at her coffee stained shirt and raised her right hand every so slightly. Her index finger trembled in midair just above the delete key. Should she kill off the character who seemed to fit so well in the beginning and now scuttles about like a contrived intruder? Will the disappearance of the next door vulture turn out to be an intelligent wing clipping, or will it be prove to be a moment of gut wrenching regret?


Ooops. Phone.


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    Beethoven's Piano Sonato No. 8 in C minor