Prose Exposed No. 3 (A Copy)

"and here, among the quite quiet slumber of the evening, here he turns to the gray, gray skies henceforth and listens. What is said to him is precisely this: 'Behold, for we now become as silhouettes upon a dream-starved earth, so cropped with falsified innocence, ere we are aware that our passions lie besieged upon some midnight clear, and far ahead in future raptures we reluctantly obtained when not our hearts could understand.' 'Dramatically inclined, he ventures to the corner to find her standing on the curb, alone and quite frightened by the distant lights ahead.' 'What is there to be so frightened by,' he asks, as she slowly, and with much struggle, turns to face him. "I am waiting for a feeling, and a feeling to end this feeling that I'm feeling," she replies. "Can I help you?" he asks, and she whispers softly into his ear, while taking slightly his hand by the fingers, "but you already have," and then she kisses him softly on the lips. A noise resounds from behind and he quickly turns to investigate, letting go of her hand for but a moment. When her turn back round to find her face again, it was empty space where once a dream had stood in the form of a beautiful face. If on a corner you see him standing, head tilting side to side, you see the very boy, in search of the very girl, the traffic glance romance that lives forever on dim-lit streets in dim-lit towns on dim-lit nights as these. The sky will tell you so, if you really want to know."

-C.A. Dominick