Eleven words escape and go swimming to the Yangtze river

Sometimes the dust of the moment is all there is...

Excuse me said the dust as the lemon lady swept it up beside me. The dust swirled and disappeared slowly until it was all clear again.

From the temple came a haunting lament, some prolonged call to a deity that may or may not have been listening and a cool glass of water was becoming warm in the heat of the day that was gradually turning into tomorrow that never comes.

And then Eleven words escaped and become more than just mere squiggles until the next hour came and then eleven more escaped but the sun wasn’t counting and the shadows hid them from prying eyes until they could all get to the Yangtze river.

The Yangtze river was where they were heading clandestinely and for sure one day they will get there but by then they’ll be an army and they’ll devour the river and float out to sea and everyone will think it’s the Chinese come to invade but it’ll only be eleven words from a rusty hour multiplied by their desire to live and let loose on a page of shadows.

And then I put my pen down and thought about something else.

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