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I am going to put this story up in several different posts. I wrote it a few years ago, during a very interesting part of my life. It's a bit strange, so be forewarned...

We all sit together, here on Marvin's whitewashed front porch, watching the last bit of sun fade from sight. None of us speak and all of us hold our breath as the golden orb finally lays to rest behind the mountains. It is Marvin who speaks first. "Would anyone care for a glass of lemonade?" he asks. We sit silently, now waiting for the moon to make her rise. We don't answer him, only stare off at the blue-black mountains.
Marvin clears his throat and speaks again. "It's the last lemons that we could find." he says. "Besides that, my missus makes the tastiest lemonade." His words roll off his tongue and into our ears. We twitch nervously. Marvin goes on, "There's one lemon left over from the juicing. Why don't we split it up and share it amongst ourselves. Who knows when we'll have lemons again." Only Tom takes his eyes off the mountains and his neck creaks as he turns to look at Marvin.


Ok, thats it for now. More to come soon. burning_eyes