Muse,
I know how the story goes. In fact, I know I'm supposed to fall for you, and that would be the typical thing to do. I'm not saying it didn't happen that way, but I'm also not saying it did. The only thing I wish to write explicitly for certain is that we were unlikely people to make unlikely friends. I know how the story goes for unlikely people too - the one of greater stature leaves the second in the dust, and is lucky to be left even in memories. I know how all the stories go, but I'm bored of them all.
Give me something new,
Carrillo.
YOU ARE READING
muse
No FicciónPre-love and post-trauma, a collection of letters dedicated to the one and only captain of this sheet metal ship, K.G. Non Fiction: #111 Short Story: #283 © Papyruspoet 2014.
