A NEW POSITION FOR THE LOWER LIP
winter. Wasn't it. Looked cold. Lie back. Eyes closed. Keep thinking
about that picture. Winter cabin in the woods. Take good long sweeping
looks across. That is. Remember everything that you were given. Windows.
Empty. Sky was crisp. Reflect. Or should I say. I'll even pull the
drapes so there's no need to. Snow had fallen but it seemed as if
there might be something worrisome about to. Walkway peeking out from
underneath the snow. Trees. Sky. And even though it's just an image
in our minds let's situate ourselves within it someplace where we
more effectively can watch. There's something sad you say about
the walkway? Possibly the walkway I guess. Little bit. So let's
all hide out in the woods not close but close enough so we can. That's
right. Brad. We're focused on it. In it. Only now this image has
begun to move. Smoke rises from the chimney and the windows have begun
to flicker. Chrissy. In one window you can see. Look left. A figure of
a man whose back is turning. In the other you can. Brad. Look right. A
woman staring off into the distant reaches. Do not wave to them. Just
watch them in their windows. Incidentally. You two. This room you've
chosen for yourselves by picking from that copper bowl out there this
is the only room that has this kind of picture on the wall above the bed.
My goodness. What a lovely way to. Lucky ducks indeed. Brad. Reach your.
Place your hand on Chrissy's. Lower. Brad. Eyes shut. You two. Let's
fix our gazes once again. Same cabin that we just. Except there's
something different now in. Brad. The window on the left is empty. Chrissy.
On the right there's that same man except he hunches now as if to
look at something on the floor. Not moving. Frozen there. That's
right. Brad. No. They don't just disappear. Things. See. It's
time you started thinking of somebody. Chrissy. Brad. Somebody other than
yourselves. Don't call to them. They. In a way they're busy
working. Interruption leads to. Maybe even. On the other hand you might
just find that you have busted in on something truly. Think about that
bowl. That numbered key. The mirror on the wall above the bed in every
other room except the room that you were fortunate enough to. Close your
eyes. Of course my dear I understand it tickles. Eyes closed. Good girl.
Deep breath. Cabin in the woods. Where suddenly it's late. The snow
has stopped. No smoke. And it is not just that our man is missing. There
is something strange about the. Did you hear a latch?
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