From: corleyj@helium.gas.uug.arizona.edu (Jason D Corley )
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [Pitzar] Evening
Date: 29 Oct 1993 21:47:56 GMT
Message-ID: <2as32c$73q@organpipe.uug.arizona.edu>



	We sipped wine outside an inn on the Street of Round Stones.
Her hair was soft under my fingertips.
	"How did it go today?" she said.
	"Fine.  I slapped something together from some notes I had
laying around before I left."  I said, swirling the cup idly.
	She nodded.  "So you're feeling alright."
	"I'm feeling all right." I said, looking at the smooth curve
of her chin.
	Somewhere up the street, someone was singing, an old song neither
of us knew.  The dark sky was alive with stars.
	"McGruder says we should have the slasher in a few days."  she said.
	I nodded, and felt the fire of the wine twist unexpectedly in
my stomach.
	"He's striking in a simple circular pattern, and tomorrow, we think
he'll be over on Sev..."  Her voice trailed off.  "Jake?"
	"Hm."
	"Are you really feeling all right?"
	"Yeh."  I shook my head and scratched the back of my neck.  "Yeh,
I'm fine."
	She pressed herself against me.  I felt her soft breasts push into
my arm.  Our hands intertwined like spinning coins on a tabletop.  She sighed,
and tossed back the rest of her wine.  The wooden mug clattered as she
set it on the ground.  Her lips turned upwards towards my face, and
as my arms reached around her, to pull her close and hold her tight,
the song drifting up the street stopped suddenly, and silence hung over
this quiet part of the noisy city, like the canopy of stars that looked
blankly down at us, as if they had never seen us before.



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"You fall out of your mother's womb, you crawl across open country
 under fire, and drop into your grave."-----------Quentin Crisp
Jason "corley@gas.uug.arizona.edu" Corley could be, but probably isn't.