All Sorts

All Sorts

“So what are we looking for today?”

“Nothing special.”

Smirk. “Or are you just in the mood for something you can’t express.”

“Have you ever known me to be incapable of anything.”

“You’re quite capable.”

“But there’s a first time for everything.”

“Maybe today I want to peruse the offerings.”

“How very unlike you to enter without a goal in mind.”

“Perhaps my goal is to try a new technique.”

Fingers dance impatiently. “That’s good. Change is good. Throw off the Censors.”

“Not what I was considering, but if it helps.”

“Oh lookie there!”

“Business attire and sunken?”

“Beyond that.”

“They walk… weird.”

“Could be an implant acting up.”

“Or an old wound.”

“Neither.” Patience. Move. Blend.

“They have experience.”



Split. Spread. Trail.




Nothing returned.

“There’s nothing here.”

“I doubt that very much.”

“You mean we.”

Laughs. “No, only little ol’ me.”

“Now that I doubt very much.”

“Well I’m all you need.”

“Not in the least. And not today.”

Intrigued. “We in some kind of trouble.”

“You mean you.”

Curls finger in hair. “And you want to save me from it.”

Hearty laugh. Belly shaking laughing. “Oh you mistake me. I’m happy to dance.”

“But your card is full.”

“Another time then.”

Flash the metal. “Don’t try to deny this girl.”


Today’s art is courtesy of Maciej Kuciara from Los Angeles, California.

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