FROM "WHEN," IN PROGRESS ...
I could waste our time and talk about the inner sense of torque she used to remove the carriage bolts without a tool in her hand.
It was evanescent.
That is such a trite word. The whole thing collapsed.
Boardwalk and all.
It was the argument on the boardwalk along the beach.. A question of scale.
When they were talking about scale.
What they expect? Of course they would have to shrink.
But then the estimate could be wrong. Too small. Too large. They're too random, careless.
They use a frame of reference.
Oh sure, them. Disrupting. Decoupling. Oblongs into wisps of steam and she shouting "integrity."
At the estimated appropriateness. She never misses.
He's the randomizer though. Clever. Subtle, like an atmosphere of illicit behavior.
All of it.
© 2014 Wes Rehberg