Monday, October 18, 2010

Jazz


There was no outward sign or warning, only the crackle of fire they both felt at the sound of the horn, and the rise of their eyes to confirm it; and the floor no longer seemed strictly horizontal, instead a fluid mass that rose and shifted to meet their feet

Whatever else happened, even if nothing came of it, it would still hold in their collective memory as fact: for a moment, at least, they both heard the same thing

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