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Fiction #108
(published November 14, 2002)
Deep Purple Dream
by Jerry Vilhotti

A thunder blast coming after a streak of lightening were his wife's words: "What are you doing? That's your flesh and blood! What are you doing animal - visitor of sheep pens?"

He peed out of his nose and defecated from his mouth as he stammered looking as awkward as the man who had fallen from the thirtieth floor from the Empire State Building, just like king Kong had done trying to get the stain off mankind's soul, working just forty feet away from him.

"What? What? The leaf falling? That was only a damn accident! Seasons happen!"

The thunder and lightening continued; forcing him to slam his glass to the floor; shattering into many pieces that became icebergs growing from the floor. He was sitting upon one of them as a little girl who was beginning to show breasts with a forming "behind" that was taking on a sensuous shape took a seat way high up onto his lap. She squirmed delicately; moving back and forth as she reached for real or imaginary objects. He laughed trying very hard to remember his daughter Tina was only three years old but suddenly she was the fifteen year old girl he had leafed at supper - which was what his hand had become a falling deformed leaf - a Tina who was bestowed with the reputation of being the "knockout" of the whole Belmont Neighborhood; resembling two actresses who had been promoted from couch to silver screen and then to stardom. Then of another sudden, she became older than he and without thinking grabbed her ass as she at the very same time touched him and then held him in both her hands; moving them like an elevator climbing to the sky. On the tallest landing of the then tallest building in the world was where he wrestled the girl-woman gently and lovingly to the concrete slab that was glowing inside a deep purple heat - the size of a large red-orange flame

He always awoke before he landed.

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