FICSNIP: Whatever has happened to boring!Orli? Not even he knows for sure.

"What is happening?" says Orli. He blinks into the maroon light. Everything is blurred. Maybe a minute has passed, maybe a month. Or maybe four years and six months. "What has happened?" he murmurs with a heavy tongue.

Who knows?

All he knows is his vagina is sore and his mind's a mess.

He falls into a throbbing doze.

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TBC (I did say that 4 1/2 years ago, too, *g*)
© Lobelia
13 May 2009
Sequel to nr.18 so, technically, this is nr.19.

Technically.

Poetically

A bean lay in a silver spoon, half drooped, half curled, half in a swoon.

A pea peeped o'er the pepperpot's rim, its roundess neat, its braincell dim.

The moon itself, it shone and shone; it shone until the sun was gone.

The stars came out, and other moons, and clouds, and cosmic pantaloons.

Vegetables, vegetables, vegetables, bling.

The galaxy is a tremendous thing.

I, you, we: a trio of pronouns

"No, really," I said, and dropped my trousers.

**

"Yes, truly," you said, and dropped yours.

**

"Whatever, and even if it's a lie," we sighed. We stumbled over discarded gabardine.

**

THE END.
by me
written just now
(because I need the practice)