Tucker Cummings

Chapter 179: A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou

In Uncategorized on June 28, 2011 at 12:29 am

We find a tall fruit tree by the side of a babbling brook. It’s so picturesque, like something out of a poem. All we’re lacking is a picnic lunch, though I’m not sure either one of us has much of an appetite.

I’m feeling woozy, so he leans up against the tree and lets me rest my head in his lap.

I lied to him. It’s a habit now, and honestly, not one I plan to break anytime soon.

I tell him most of the truth. I couldn’t tell him I’m a particle and a wave.

He’d never believe me.

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