And the afternoon rolled slowly on
and I saw but didn't want to see but knew I must.
And Cam cooked up some fish we bought and washed it down with a red wine
While I made myself another interminable cup of tea in the dirty, oversized mug.
All the comforts of home and hearth
but somehow the whole world has changed
And we could almost hear the tears from the one corner. Almost smell the smug from the other.
And we played a card game in which the rules are constantly changing and the heroes are fatefully disempowered or outright discarded before a winner can be declared
And so many evil things can win
in so many evil ways.
The only difference is that here, in this house in this little corner of the world that is not far enough from everywhere,
we laughed.
We laughed loudly
because the fiddle is packed away
And the fire department won't touch this one.
Something that is gone...
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