a story i’m playing with

untitled (aka work in progress) I notice that I have blue hands the first day that I meet Xavier. A row of jasmine growing in the park of our initial encounter blooms behind him when he says ‘Hello,’ without smiling. Watching the white flowers of the deep spearmint shaded bush open before my eyes, a song comes to mind that I know I have never heard before. I start humming lowly. I slide my blue hands in my back pockets. Xavier nods at the...
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