into the arms of the future I was late and running for my station minutes from the opening of the doors and tripped over trailing cables from the TV cameras recording Bill Gates in the death defying feat of walking and with no other manufacturers right there catching flying women he fumbled and we fell to the floor my face buried in his pillow rumpled hair my lips in the oily hollows of his eyes and I tasted the first sour hint of Window '96 LeeAnn Heringer |