The upturned nose came bobbing through a field of daisies
created a long time before the girl.
The second thing I remembered was the bird. An owl, possibly, something squat, slightly
predatory, definitely out of place, as was the girl.
I finished my espresso and grimaced as it went down, keeping
my gaze on the girl. And the bird.
The only other recurring memory I have from that time is that of water
dripping. Amazing acoustics, really, for
such an annoying sound. The tempo kept
me alive now that I think about it.
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