Submissions by Alois_inwriting02 (Alois Cyprien d Bayeux)

He opens and closes his hammy fist with a revolting inelegance
-a vain attempt to scratch his brow with a sausage-like pinkie.
Sinking lower into his seat, his amorphous form spills over the armrest and onto my
forearm-
"Lady She Sure", he fumbles to utter, leaning over
to his wife before returning to rest
—expressionless


The curtain rises on a cohort of young Chinese women in undulating silk finery,
Flapping feathered fans in synchronization with the meticulous grace of
Ten Thousand Hours spent,
the color of spring's...