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Hey! It’s half-past-the-month! Gots to get over to ‘the ‘corn’ and see what nefarious photation they have this week! (Protection Prayer is surely in order, “Bless me Rorschach, for I forget…”)

Enough of the coy intro. What say we head over to the Unicorn Challenge and join jenne and CE  They gots some crazy-talented writers who’ve done theyselves proud. Not only are there stories to read, but if you have a hankerin’ to sit in, go ahead and post your own 250 word story. (Tell ’em the Doctrine sent ya).

(PS they’re sorta normal people who write with deep and sophisticated insight into the human condition. (Well, ‘ceptin maybe for Doug. lol Don’t tell him I said that). You might not want to consider our little offering as a rhetoric bellweather.)

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“What was that?!” The girl’s voice was the reaction of goldfish to the tapping fingernail.

“Nothin’ baby, it’s just the sound of my heart that you stole last night.” The boy smiled his words with the unjustified confidence of youth.

The slow unease the girl felt since sneaking out of the house, bubbled into restrained half-laughter. She touched his cheek with uncertain affection.

“Come on, we’re together now. Your old aunt, with her so-called powers, was all talk. Keeping you locked away in that creepy house was her being jealous. Old people are like that, they all hate to see the young have fun.”

The girl felt a trill of desire from the weight of the boy. The dusky-gray light surrounding them with lover’s privacy remained unchanged.

“Come on, you promised. If I’d get you away, we could be together.” Axiomatic in linguistics: meaning and intent are complementary tools to the more active speaker.

“Yeah, I guess so. I know it’s silly, but I’ve always been afraid of being watched.” The girl’s hand touched the face above her and she smiled a quiet laugh of contentment.

The boy laughed a laugh comprised of the same phonemes as that of the girl, yet conveyed as great a semantic gap between their respective intent as a mouse to an elephant.

“Didn’t I promise you that no matter how much your aunt said you couldn’t handle being out of the house, exposed to the judgement of normal people, I’d look out for us?”

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