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[ micro fiction ] pictograph Max Griffin

This one’s real far back so I’ll be quick, because I can’t make sense of pictographs like I used to. I’m somewhere in Hartford, in a bathtub, and I’m small. In my hands is a globe of frogs, encased in stretchy plastic. When you squeeze the globe you see little glimpses of the frogs inside. I rip it open, and pour the frogs into the tub, and they go down the drain, and right before the last one disappears he spits up this like tiny golden key, which rises up in the air, and slowly cuts its way into my chest . That night the pipes were clogged.

Resource collection game Max Griffin

Me and him are in some rocks outside the suburb. I says to him play resource collection game. He knows from Age of Empires. I’m taking these little scoops of dust , and blowing them into his closed eyes, and whispering in his ear, you’re amazing you’re amazing you’re amazing. Then it gets too hot for an Eastern summer and we take off our shirts. We are lost in these sort of granite looking boulders, tallern’sin. Much later after I have decided to stop telling people I’m an agnostic I will be in the hallway of the Academy, on the second floor, under a vent pretending the cold air is the wind and I’m still there and young and pulling on his tawny hair until the sun goes down.

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