instamatic, baby

She wore only a blanket of contentment, jazz and a strong red wine. It was raining outside and never had it seemed so concious of the peoples lives that it showered. Keeping the child quiet lulled to sleep, blue and pink smiles from the parents.

Sleep.

Now they could spend some time alone. Together. They kiss and the rain slows, pulsing, and they feel it wash their home clean from the cold outside. They kiss... scents mingle and mix, loosening the skins of stress from the drums of their days, periods, long ago, times that will never be forgotten, then again, sometimes you do.

That wall of sound the Beatles created... was it on Abbey Road or Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band? What is the first song we slow danced to? Where were you when Kennedy was shot? Did you mean it when you said you loved me more than chocolate cream pie?

A horn honks in the background of the city, echoing across the lonely and depressed town. "Don't cry" a little cherub girl says, looking out her window, licking a red lollipop. She wants to run out and dance in this early rain but she'll get a cold. She'll get pnuemonia. She'll have to ride in an ambulance. She'll get an operation. She'll get sicker. She'll die.

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