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Oh, the Humanity!

No, we have no idea why we wrote that or what it might mean.

That being said, we do know what Friday means: ‘the Unicorn Challenge‘. This is when jenne and ceayr go all ‘June and Ward Cleaver’ on the blogosphere and get some pretty damn talented writers to have a TAT-moment from the photo of the week.

Anyway. Two Hundred fifty words is what they allow us to write a story keying off the photo below.

“Who would do such a thing?”

The girl’s voice trembled with outrage, her posture, galvanized with fear, sought ground, yet her eyes were all challenge and defiance.

The boy was startled. Then confused. Finally aroused. However, in the way of many of his kind, taught lessons that left no trace other than a set of invisible cue cards for conversation with others not of his kind, chose to laugh. The opposite of a hug, laughter was the go-to strategy for those disadvantaged by self-conscious empathy; serving as a well-padded courtship ritual.

“Hey, doncha’ know, that’s the work of Krylontisse, the most notorious tagger in the city. And, to be quite honest with you,” the young man pulled at metaphorical cuffs as he unconsciously evoked the First Prayer to St. Sigmund, Proiectio est innocentia diaboli, “that’s kind of how I felt when we first met.”

The young women stood straighter, in-curving her shoulders slightly, the closest the body comes to frowning. She clearly was not impressed.

“I don’t care who she is! Why do they let her deface our city’s buildings with such disturbing images?”

“Who said he was a chick? Why can’t he be a guy?”

“Because of the…” saying a prayer to Lilith, the girl smiled at two small victories: the acceptance of herself and the too-little-to-be-held-responsible discomfiture of her companion.

“Never mind, be glad you will never understand. Now take me home.”

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