Princess
Where does she go? The streets?
Out till all hours. Me pacing the floor. Midnight.
My beautiful baby, where are you? So young.
Finally a sound.
I open the back door. No restraint, my voice betrays me: “Where have you been?”
She looks down. Remains standing on the back carpet. Ashamed.
Her only response.
“Woof.”
Deckard
Infinity
The yearbook picture didn't do her justice.
She had infinite beauty: golden-blond hair; flawless skin; perfect teeth; statuesque.
Descended from royalty?
He sat with her in the IT lab.
The instructor said, "Right click on the screen."
He removed her scrawled handwriting with a Kleenex.
Infinite beauty, yes. Infinite intellect, no.
Deckard
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