Sunday, April 18, 2010

let's drive to the mediterranean in a stolen car

Then he came in, breathless and starry. When he slammed the door behind him the cobwebs and moondust scattered into the air, so the whole room looked to be swirling with silver.

'Get the map, and the compass!' he said, his voice urgently quiet and shaking with the tone of repressed excitement.

They went out to the garden. The colored lanterns hanging from the tree cast their glow on the grass as the darkening twilight was giving way to a daisy-field of stars.

'What is it?' she asked.

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