these are notebook scraps, tethered and not together
stories finished and un

six.

There's no way we will know.

I knew the way she was.

Could be, would be, should not.

Yes. Your heart pounds with precision.

She was smiling. Then things changed.

They used to be civil once.

I've caught you dreaming here before.
 

I saw. Dreamer, you were awake.

There was outside. Her mind instead.

Loops of frustration combed her forehead.

Seeing them together I knew better.

She seemed so content in pictures.  

They wondered what they thought. Click.

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