Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Bubbles

Three seeming sisters appear in the door and stare down the menu. This looks like trouble. "The soup," they say, and huddle.

The fat cook swelters and they're satisfied, three in a line on a wooden bench.

I didn't hear the door but they're gone.

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