Contemplation

Brother Leopold appeared to be stuck.

"Get the Prior."

"Get Fr. Thomas."

He just smiled. Looking at nothing. As if a set of scales covered his eyes. It was a strange look, but the smile was stranger.

When he came to, still smiling, he said: "We've been wrong all along."

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I'm practicing. Foundling Review is holding a 50 word story contest this summer. Details: http://www.foundlingreview.com/PachaasContest2.html

Summer, 78

When the heat finally gave in, it wasn't the end of it. It lingered, hanging on at the corners, tugging at the gut like a three day binge.

No use to deny it anymore, they were still afraid of what might happen next. The news was no surprise, but the pain showed on the faces of all the poor little acrobats.

As the old saying goes: in love & the circus there's just no room for aging clowns.