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NADO AND THE GLOVES : A SHORT STORY WITH FOTOS

TO PARAPHRASE MY MOTHER....KISSING A MAN WITHOUT A MOUSTACHE IS LIKE DRINKING COFFEE WITHOUT CREAM OR VIEWING THE MOON WITHOUT CLOUDS....THINKING OF HER AS i APPROACH ANOTHER BIRTHDAY.

RECCE TO THE FLEET Nr. CHESIL BEACH

IN A SIDE-STREET SOMEWHERE A SHOP-ASSISTANT BUFFS-UP A LEATHER BAG IMPORTED FROM MORROCO...MAYBE HE DREAMS OF HIS TEACHER THE PUPPET-MASTER...MAYBE OF HIS HOMELAND...MAYBE OF HIS GRANDCHILDREN WITH WHOM HE SOMETIMES WALKS BY THE RIVER HAND-IN-HAND AS THEY GO TO FEED THE WATERFOWL...AND THERE'S A PEAR TREE IN THE GARDEN...AND THE EVENING AIR IS ALWAYS BALMY... BUT FOR NOW HE JUST WORKS ...BUFFING THE LEATHER BAG.....ADMIRING THE PATINA......

AT THE SITE OF RUST