She left her scarf behind the other day, and with it the scent of her perfume and the sweat of her neck.

Proximity

She'd known him for a while. The map of birthmarks, the constellation of scars, the mosaic of soft hair, pasty skin and redorangepink-tinted lips; she thought she knew him. She thought she'd recognize him anywhere.

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She'd known him for a while. The power and beauty of his dreams, the colour and complexity of his demons and the things that turned his frown around; she thought she knew him. She thought she'd recognize him anywhere.

#MicroFiction

He thought she was delicious, but she was really bittersweet

On keeping your wits...
... Or losing your mind

• Harbour a healthy mistrust for all things and people, but mostly for everything the media says and for propaganda, that is assuming you can identify it.
• But listen to people, listen with an open mind, they have the truth.
• Question everything without exception. Ask questions often and much, even if this makes people think you're crazy.
• Always wear comfortable shoes, you never know when you'll need them.