Dangerous Compassions


Last night Ming and I were lying in bed talking.  I was telling him I’m excited to stay a night at the goddess temple.

“Yeah, remember that time we went for a walk in the desert and saw the Tall White?” I asked.

“What?” he asked.

“You know,” I said.  “The alien!”

“When?” he asked.

“Well, we left he guesthouse and were walking toward the temple, that back way, and there was a Tall White jogging!  Why would anyone be on that road?” I asked.

“How do you know he was a Tall White?” Ming asked.

“Well, he was white!  He was kind of tall.  Not really that tall.  He was a short Tall White,” I said.

“That sounds like a cup of coffee,” Ming said.

By Laura-Marie

Good at listening to the noise until it makes sense.

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