Three Colors

To interlopers she epitomized antisocial behavior. Her one acceptable devotee was Christy, but it was always under august roving terms. My long-spurned advances would be embraced after a long duration marked by desperation, far from Christy's presence and always under protest. Bites were signs of affection, most of the time. A mouse was her bat signal, and a repeated wail beckoned the unseeing. Now it is quiet.

Sprinkles 1997-2010