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Alas My Love! (Of Science) By Ken
Shiovitz She stood motionless under the street lamp nearby. Still beautiful, her surface appearance was
rather.....granular. She was hard, granitic, about the size of.....a living
room. She had many faces.....although not so many as me, I think. I looked blankly at her foot. Around it were strewn dried remains of
once-beautiful flowers and boxes of chocolates. Also faintly noticeable were plastic bags of dried dung. I greeted her as I had so often done before. She said
nothing. She did
nothing. It still
infuriated me. I kicked
the dirt once again. My thoughts turned to our affair. She had not at first appeared attractive to me. Later she won me over entirely on the basis of her
personality. I have loved and hated her ever since. When I loved her most, I knew she loved me too. Then I accomplished much and was proud of it. She surely scorned me when I failed. I hated
her then. My jealousy of her other suitors was initially intense. “She loves ME,” they would shout. I suspect
they brought her flowers and chocolate. With confidence of her love, they rose to dominate me. How could I deny that she loved them better? She has
never actually.....spoken to me. Now, by a different path, I again leave her. Glancing back toward the faint aroma of fresh flowers, so dark
and distant,
but I think I see a small
cloud of dust. |
