Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Artist (6)

A town emerged from the cornfields.

Tarnished, it had seen better days.

The machine shops were idle.

Antique stores circled the town square.

She had seen this before.

What was unexpected were the disheveled young adults, by the hundreds, walking along the streets.  

Reading, singing, forming an unexpected community.


She entered a bookstore containing oddly overpriced copies of Rimbaud.


 

A women approached her while she ordered coffee asking if she was going to participate in today's action.

Evidently, a man/woman was kicked out of a local restaurant for wearing a costume that was not a costume.

His/her choice of sexual orientation, or at least garb, had offended the proprietor who thought that such things were not a matter of nature.

Now the proprietor was was going to entertain an even more unwelcome demonstration of the young adults who seemed to be camping everywhere in this town to support the his/her choice of sexual orientation.

"What the hell," thought the artist as she followed the demonstrators to the cafe.










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