An Overcoat for Warmth

It was cold out. The weather matched his heart.


Burned again, he wandered. Aimlessly at first, without much purpose. Thinking of love lost, what could have been...he ended up in a park. At first he didn't notice the couple. Had he noticed, he would have left. But no, they caught him by surprise. The tenderness in which they regarded each other jarred him out of his own mind. Soft kisses, nuzzling each others' necks. . . god how he missed it. Maybe it wasn't real? He recalled a conversation with his friend:
"Man, your first girlfriend was a real whore. At least its not that bad."
"Well, you get what you pay for."
"You'll do better. Finding the right one is a journey. Hopefully it will pick up when she gets back."
"Hope is a word forlorn to me after the last one."
"There's always hope, my friend."
Well, hope, and clothes. There are always clothes. And beer. Two things that can't break your heart. In the end, maybe it was all in his head.

A Gentleman and a Rabbit

The details made all of the difference.


Plaid pants hemmed up to show an inch of ankle. Bass shoes. A blazer, tailored to fit like armor. He felt confident that his carrot-cuff links were a big enough nod to his habit. But he paid attention to more than his appearance. Indeed the rabbit scoured the newspaper daily, to find antiques in the classifieds, look for new work, anything to stay occupied. Work inspired him, staying busy left him fulfilled. After all, the small things in life made all of the difference.

Pigeon Cardigan

Life throws some unexpected surprises at you.


Sometimes you follow your life path. Then life throws a few obstacles in your way. Sometimes you have to button up your cardigan over your shirt and tie, roll up the slim jeans and take a walk; but don't forget your umbrella. The reason is that you can never be sure when the rain will pour. Or, if you happen to be in Phoenix laying out under a tree and wet semi-solid objects begin falling from the sky, you will find that an umbrella would have been prudent.

Going On

To see the world, one must leave comfort.

Moving onto better things in life. Leaving a past behind her, that she could not longer relate to. She would return changed, with a wider perspective on life. A world view was what she needed, and she would get it by traveling. Nothing to tie her down, including but not limited to family, friends, lovers...she was going on. Farewell, my lovely.

Madras the Elephant

The original from home.


He was a professional out of college. It took hard work to get into the art director job he was in now, but once established, he had complete creative freedom. Passion took him further than his portfolio. It was that very passion that led him to be proud of the clothing he chose to wear. His brightest articles of clothing were not cheaply dyed cotton sold as "madras", but true patches of fabric from India; crafted there and sent to the states. It meant a bit more to him to wear the real thing from his homeland, rather than purchase a mass-produced piece. He thought to himself, "originality is fleeting, always copied...yet, when seen, truly inspirational."

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A Classy Lady

A simple plan.



Of course, she thought. How could it be anymore obvious? "I rarely purchase anything from the stores anymore, and since I have learned to sew, why, its so simple! I could use it in so many ways. With the dress and my pearls, atop my coat, I could make a statement at work and leave it on for the entire day! This is what I have been missing when I look in the mirror." The scarf wasn't all that she was missing, however. Indeed she had created a cage for herself, flitting about her neatly organized Park Slope apartment, making the neighbors crazy when they dared watch her activities. But when she walked out of her building, their gossip was all but silenced. Gorgeous in her overcoat atop her dress, with a line of pearls across her neck, and that shock of color that was her scarf... Was that really all she thought about? "Simple, keep it simple. I choose the ensemble, the details, and that is enough complication in my life." With that, she walked to the Brooklyn Co-Op on Atlantic, for some Gorilla Coffee and a croissant.

Drink Like a Fishhead Morris

The story of a fish, man.

He was a rake. His clothes, demeanor, all of it. He had impeccable scales. He liked his drink. Because of his qualities he was popular with the mermaids and the octopi. He was a fish, and yet still human. He was the rakish Mr. Fishhead Morris. We all have our weaknesses, so why judge a fish because he enjoys a drink? Being in the water never truly quenched his thirst. No, he had a desire for greater things in life. Through rose lenses, or an alcoholic haze, perhaps he could glimpse his future. . . but for now he was content getting a beverage when he could spare a moment. He would contemplate, yet never pursue his full potential. "Yes, greatness will come, but for now, how about a drink?" To a passerby- an alcoholic. To his friends? A lost cause; but to himself? . . . he thought of himself as a simple fish, swimming to the currents of his own path.
To me?
A rakish, fishy, magnificent bastard.

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