Suspecting insincerity in Lionelle’s generosity tasted like coconut milk and fleeting smiles. A lookout tower crafted out of medium sized sticks stole the spherical nature of earth. The world is flat, the world is lush.
Ladders down straight drops of jagged rocks. Graveyards of coconut shells. This is the end? This is the end. Down and down. Don’t look up my skirt.
Light is jealous of caves. I can tell because it creeps in at every opportunity. The appealing stench of humidity, the sharp insignificance of pebbles on bare feet.
Mineral water is visible in the dark:
I can disprove science! And so can Lionelle and Margie and the blue goggles which give Lionelle fish vision for the first time in his life.
Fish vision, capitalism’s gift to children.
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