Viewing the local antiquities

The corner: 
Whistling, but having rushed up the stairs from the train, I don't have breath for the top notes: Angel's brothel. I lift my eyes up to the window:

The shade: raised as before, but her window is empty.

Is she being taken? Right now? By someone not unlike me?


The Corner
[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], and [7].

The corner: 
Angel's brothel. I lift my eyes up: Tonight, the dorm window is raised: A failed window shade, collapsed to the sill on one side, brailed up on the other, opens a triangle that gives on the street:

Framed there, a whore.

She rests her small chin on her forearm, calmly surveying the street scene.

Does the mama-san know that her whores can look out?

I wave, discreet, with my fingers, and whistling walk on.


The Corner
[1], [2], [3], [4], [5], [6], and [7].

Two spoons, one cup: 
Lan and I sunnily share two scoops of vanilla topped with late strawberries:

And when there's no more but some cream and one strawberry, promptly halved, halved, halved, halved—

At Lan's urging I spoonsnatch the last bite.


All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
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