Wearing a tattered shooting jacket, a Hemingway moustache sunk in his cunning features, his rugged climbing boots eroded, he grips my hand in greeting, smiling.
The canvas chair I perch on draped in soft white fur lush against my back would fold like a camping stool.
He sits in a secretary chair disguised by tan deer hides, questioning my every word:
And did you hear voices?
he asks with a numb face. I can only fidget.
No, I rarely hear voices, I whisper without eye contact.
Leaning forward, he sighs, Ah! with a satisfied smirk.
He harmonizes my words booming approval. We speak in perfect fifths, he taking the lower note, I the higher.
I certainly like that image of a Hemingway mustache sunk in his cunning features. As a matter of fact, I really enjoy all of your description and dialogue here...Jerry
This book summarizes life's ten toughest tests with ten passwords each to pass these tests. The current overload, speed of change and chaos are all summarized well enough to get to the Land of Simple on the other side quicker than usual.
This book summarizes life's ten toughest tests with ten passwords each to pass these tests. The current overload, speed of change and chaos are all summarized well enough to get to the Land of Simple on the other side quicker than usual.
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