Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Poncho Villa

Like a woman possessed, Valerie cranked out poncho after poncho on her knitting machine. She'd been off her meds for some time now, but it didn't seem to faze her. At least not too much. They didn't have the heart to tell her that ponchos aren't much of a seller in Phoenix, especially in July, but she didn't care. The Red Heart™ called to her. It said, "Valerie. Valerie. Turn me into a poncho." And she obeyed the voice in feverish passion. She made a glorious collection of unloved, unworn ponchos.

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