Bruised, limp and drained she had been wonderful as he had layered her along the white sheets of his bed, made sure the covers were tucked under her perfect chin, kissed her sweetly on her luscious lips. He had then turned only to see that Oba had been watching. He had walked by her, and had simply said.
“She is magnificent, everything we thought her to be. She is yours now, for the moment that is.”
Mal, Oba, who we’re they, difficult question to answer. How does one describe shadows? Difficult to say that, at the least.
Mal, twenty-five, Southern California, a gemologist, master jeweler, all the toys, married, house in the hills, beautiful wife, all gone when she had dumped him. Artists, why do they do what they do? No one had the answers.
He had bought a VW camper drove three years a
