RISQUE REVUE

Sun slants in through a mostly closed window blind, etching sun-colored stripes along the floor, across the furniture, illuminating the cobwebs here and there, floating dust that gives the room a curious underwater look.
A stopped clock poised in anticipation. A coffee pot clouded. Archival atmosphere suggesting a museum.
A noise from without. The sound of a key in a rusty lock. A shake, a rattle, a complaining door hinge, sounds like a B-movie horror, but nothing so horrible other than the shriek of unused hardware.
The door swings open. A peer inside. Oh my. Memories scatter to the corners like frightened mice.
A prodigious sneeze. A thought about how long, o lord, to clean up this place?
Maybe should just quietly close the door again and go away...
But no.
Time for a new chapter.






Captain Midnight
Just let me laugh when it's funny
and when it's sad, let me cry