A Folly

As a ritual, she whispered the words "mascara folly", whenever she ordered a triple espresso.

She lived on coffee, sipped it while staring at steeples.

She kept images of steep apples in her pockets.

She'd called steep apples, steeples when she was a child.

Somehow the folly of mascara and steep apples became her worlds.

Story by:

Laurel Kahaner

submitted at 6:47pm

9 January 2011