Story 3
For a day the queen and vagrant posed as each other. The queen smelled pigeons as the vagrant bit into strawberries. For lunch the queen was kicked in the ear; the vagrant had the eunuchs. Orchids showered the park as her Majesty found relief under the petals. Ink splattered treaties while Turk ambassadors dogged the vagrant. They did this every season.
At supper, the queen bathed in the tavern toilet water. The vagrant fainted into the Baths of Gratzi with their thousand swans under the lunar eclipse. Behind the gates, they made love knowing it would next be under snowfall.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
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