(a little something from the archives. this is pretty old...)
It is easy not to trust Felix.
Easy when we see him off by himself, his shadow the only thing that deigns to be near us. It stretches across the cold ground, blue and thin like a sliver of darkest ocean. Easier still when he tells those...stories. His tongue so fast but his eyes so slow.
"I knew a lady once," he'll say, "Little and firm with mischief in her stride. And black, black eyes. For weeks, I'd longed to take her home with me. Then one night she put her hand on my arm and said, Felix. Just that. When we got to my apartment I flipped on the light and the fuse burst in a little shower of sparks, so I'll understand if you think I just saw what I did because of the dark. But let me tell you. Under that lady's fine red coat was a fine red gown, and under that lady's fine red gown was a fine red fox tail, lush and sweeping and curled towards her bare white hip."
We don't believe him, but of course we have to ask,
"What happened then, Felix?"
"Lady turned tail and fled."
Easy when we see him off by himself, his shadow the only thing that deigns to be near us. It stretches across the cold ground, blue and thin like a sliver of darkest ocean. Easier still when he tells those...stories. His tongue so fast but his eyes so slow.
"I knew a lady once," he'll say, "Little and firm with mischief in her stride. And black, black eyes. For weeks, I'd longed to take her home with me. Then one night she put her hand on my arm and said, Felix. Just that. When we got to my apartment I flipped on the light and the fuse burst in a little shower of sparks, so I'll understand if you think I just saw what I did because of the dark. But let me tell you. Under that lady's fine red coat was a fine red gown, and under that lady's fine red gown was a fine red fox tail, lush and sweeping and curled towards her bare white hip."
We don't believe him, but of course we have to ask,
"What happened then, Felix?"
"Lady turned tail and fled."
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