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May 27, 2003

Bulwer~Lytton Entry ~ Deadline: June 30th

Go ahead, ask me about the weather.

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This morning, blue~grey rainclouds were crouched like gargoyles, sitting low & towering high; sunshine, feigning twilight, had snuck in at the horizon; dandelion parachutes swirled, mimicking flakes of snow as prey apes predator.

By noon, the clouds had broken and scattered, and the sun was itself again; a few dandelion seed tufts had remained aloft, hovering and wafting like impossibly exotic, charmed & strange minuscule albino hummingbirds.

Later, the clouds closed ranks; light was slowly sucked out of the room as the day prematurely waned. Once buoyant downy pappi now trundled & sidled along the ground like tumbleweeds, forshadowing trouble for some Liliputian wrangler in a snail-sized ghost town.

The escargot herd was restless, on the verge of bolting, as the rustlers crept ever forward.

Posted by edgar at May 27, 2003 05:57 PM
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