he stands on a street
He stands on a street made of chocolate. He is wearing a chocolate bowler hat and a chocolate overcoat. He stares at a chocolate watch on display through a chocolate window. She waits in the car. Somewhere it is raining candies. He imagines being there, arms out to the sky, carefree. It is quiet. No one is around. He puts his finger on a doorbell, but retreats before pressing it. His shoes are wet, melting. Does anyone ever miss him? When is the last time he saw the sun rise? She checks the clock on the radio. He looks up, then left, then right. He wants something, needs something. He closes his eyes: leaves of mint and apricots, to his surprise. But was it a dream? To have been so close to what you desire? She wonders this, and checks the mirror. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dearer. An end! A resolution! Or some chocolate fantasy at least, he mutters, and buys a mannequin filled with peanut butter.
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2015 - 2019