2004-10-12 - 5:46 p.m.
weird story, made up as i went along, written at the start of this year:
and we all sang songs in the winter time, not knowing that summer was just around the corner and would stop all our singing.
the bunnies came out to play and the sparrow sat solemnly on the front porch, watching and waiting for summer
to rein.
who would have known that summer didnt exist that year, that summer was ripped out of every single calender
in every single families home.
some mistook summer for spring or autumn, others protested in the street,
or prayed to the heavens for summer to come.
it never did. the bunnies went back into their holes and the sparrow soon gave up and flew away to a place where
he was sure summer would come.
off he went to mexico, but baked himself to death while dozing off in the sun.
he was found dead on the front porch of an old womans house - yes, always a lonely old woman
who has nobody but herself to keep company but a lonely little sparrow...but the sparrow died,
so now she's got nobody.
maybe a bunny will come and sit on her front porch?
or maybe not
maybe summer will appear again, not covered up by spring or autum but will shine out from
each and every calender in the world.
told you it was weird.
- anna.
