LORD OF THE FACE
The fact that she’s backlit makes her look ambitious and she tickles my funny bone.
First I thought that her blue eyes on a pink and yellow background looked a bit purblind, but then their general dimension intrigued me. They have a nice design—glare—and they’re not generous.
It’s hard to slot him in. He seemed novicelike, uncertain of himself, but he was efficient.
She said, “I am Diane Williams.”
They went out to the terrace for a cigarette.
Italy itself is very lovely, but as the brightness of the sun hit the terrace, the figure of a six-legged star—a sign for sure—was produced on the bluestone.
All six legs of the star were fairly straight. One leg of the star was not exactly the same length as the others. One leg was perfectly straight.
Their housekeeper grabbed at her own leg and at the top side of her foot.
Their cat was yanked up off of the terrace by a bird of prey and then dropped!
For the cat’s recovery there were five thousand dollars worth of veterinarian bills and for the housekeeper—a premonition she’d be hit by a car.
The star! The cross! The square!
A single sign shows the tendency. Can people avoid disaster? Yes. I leave my readers to draw their own conclusions.
Some years ago, I was satisfied.
Stop!
Diane! So many things are clear. Diane was blushing. Her yellow fuzz shows in the sun. She no longer has words of her own and so chooses grunting. Diane! Open! Contribute! Inform! The place!—her brown fuzz, a yellow fuzz over it. The curtains are original. A room contains medical equipment. Diane’s an early type who before arriving in Siena had a day planned for her departure. She had made the arrangements so she’d stay during the spring in Italy as an imaginary character with hope.