"Gypsies, tramps and thieves". We'd hear it from the people of the town. They'd call us gypsies, tramps and thieves. But every night all the men would come around; and lay their money down. -- Cherilyn Sarkasian LaPier

Friday, July 29, 2011

The Day the World Stopped.

No one moved.

Someone was throwing a can away when it happened and the can just hung in the air. A man was getting into his car, turning the radio on. A shopping bag was stuck in midswing, carried by a frozen shopper. Birds in the sky just stayed where they were. And then, you turned to me and said

"Now we can be alone."

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