Mar 06, 2010 | Post by: Devon Knight No Comments

Implode (Put Your Shoes On, Lucy)

 
The night was warm.
Amiable.
Like sincere intentions,
Or a beloved friend.

The vernal equinox swept through the urban forest of Central Park.
Persephone was nearer now.
Lucy could hear the trees flutter

Tonight

There would be no confusion between the stars and the twinkling lights of manmade cathedrals that touched the sky.

“We’ll get the next one.”

Not tonight.

“Goodnight, Claire.”

She smiled.

“Goodnight Neil.”

“Goodnight, Max.”

He extended his hand.

“Goodnight. Thank you for a wonderful time.”

Lucy sauntered out of the restaurant, her Reneè Caovilla heels dangling from her grasp.

Maxwell and Claire waited to say their farewells, as Neil accommodated the door of the yellow coach, awaiting his wife’s approach.

Benjamin stared at the bare feet with the ruby red toes that graced the pavement of 1 Central Park West.

“Put your shoes on, Lucy…”

She turned to him.

“Don’t you know you’re in the city?”

Implode. Part XV – DK

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  • A NOTE ON IMPLODE

    With regard to <em>Implode</em>, certain details, locations, occurences, et al. may not resonate along your cerebral palate if read out of context. For this reason, it is recommended following the episodes in chronological order, as they appear, which requires a bit of time travel.

    The first experience occurs in January 2010 with <a href="http://vaionyva.com/2010/01/implode-the-birth-of-max-mulberry/">The Birth of Max Mulberry</a>.

    Thank you.
    Grazie.
    Merci.

    For allowing me to be apart of you,
    If only for a moment.

    - DK