Faded Houses Green

Reading Ulysses in Montana #101

Mincing reunions came easy to Marian under abrupt surplus of naval supplies–deltas of Polestar River be damned.

Gordon’s triangles of triangulating alpha spheres taught him three things about Marion’s gait that he had only guessed at in the long summer of empty winter. But Marion didn’t mind. She discoursed on Gordon’s quadrilaterals with token signals of disputed moonbeams.

Gordon rather liked Marion’s moonbeams and the way she used them to prove his theorem of heavenly delight–might not always making right but three lefts always do. Brave balls of spherical circles sent tidings of Gordon and Marion’s nervous journeys to the land of mathematical brilliance, lands unnumbered in the pages of the tomes of slavish threats.

Unnatural recursions left Marion wanting more, but Gordon got his revenge a month later when guiltless chambers cursed the desperate sun and left no rendered cheeks behind.