The stone gods stare at me with their blank accusing eyes. They wonder why I have done nothing in the past few days. I look down in shame and reflect on my failures. “It was the sweet wine,” I say to them in repenting tones. “The sweet, sweet, succulent honey wine.” They could care less and continue to stare unflinchingly. Their eyes are cold on me and make me shake with chills. The tremors have come on again. What they don’t know is that secretly I snicker at their crowns of Ivy and Stars and wonder what they were thinking when they decided to wear these silly hats.
Monday, December 05, 2005
Disapproving Eyes
The stone gods stare at me with their blank accusing eyes. They wonder why I have done nothing in the past few days. I look down in shame and reflect on my failures. “It was the sweet wine,” I say to them in repenting tones. “The sweet, sweet, succulent honey wine.” They could care less and continue to stare unflinchingly. Their eyes are cold on me and make me shake with chills. The tremors have come on again. What they don’t know is that secretly I snicker at their crowns of Ivy and Stars and wonder what they were thinking when they decided to wear these silly hats.
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