Faded Houses Green

Certified embankments embarked on a journey of self-discovery into a long day of nights, at least as far as Toni was concerned.

Toni filled the abyss of meaninglessness with paper clips and Styrofoam packing peanuts–unshelled of course. Enter sandman’s alter ego and that sets everything right. Contenders contended for the contentious prize, lollygagging and loitering with harmless bowls of soup and nuts, like Toni with her packing peanuts. Guilty meditations on the shores of the Mediterranean looked with foolish eyes at the bacon on the platter, supine and relaxed with an angle of repose even Stegner would admire clumsily, measuring distances with the malice and villainy of a weeping droid-turned-drone.

Toni embarked on an embankment of Jill’s last sweater, but the warmth of the local tide warmed all boats.