The Reclining Chair of Dr Archibald Fitzgerald
Friday, 18 June 2010
Years Later
I was 32 at the time
His mother must have died some years back.
The fellow was nearly ready himself.
'How is the moon tipped?'
I asked
'With gusto'
He responded.
I looked into his eyes.
He was lying to me.
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