too much love and romance not enough utility
fiction
edward w pritchard
Love secretly unfastens the nails and bolts holding the walls in the house together a few rivets per row until the first fit full storm blows the dwelling place apart and away. Romance solidifies from the inside out until it's painful to walk across the killing floors but for the sharp protruding edges and the first serious fall bruises the hips and limps the legs.
Too much love and romance not enough utility.
Conspire to drive the mice from the kitchen and jointly seek and gather the fallen wood to keep the babies warm through the approaching storm seasons. Trust not thou eyes or thine heart. Doest thy duty. Love and romance are conspiratorial accomplices evolved and solicited to fill the yards with tumbling children. Look to your own backyard.
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