Lily do you love him?

I whispered, "Adam, speak to me in Russian and I will translate."

Without any precedent for such an occasion, he took a breath,
"ldkfjejriojdlkmcvcvdhdhdhdccq"

"There once were some monkeys."

"lkdjfe chiveadc quich slkjvid"

"Their bottoms were blue."

"dkje clkjicv qrsugch"

"The old men were angry with the monkeys."

"dfdk ci quichrcv lichdlciv ifjlejv"

"They took away all of their bananas and built a pyramid held together with ice cream."

"kjdfec bananies kljvle vlkjelci shccljed vheidss dskjflcijhfeoijch"

"The monkeys put on underwear to appease the men"

"cheivo cheivvq reidsv slkjeiv"

"The monkeys were given blue bras, but knowing their bodies were not formed that way, traded the bras for their bananas."

"flkdjecv rusquivo ldjeiv liceh"

"The men were happy."

THE END

The Fountain

The breeze brushed the sleeping water into ripples, sending an effusion of embraces around the granite rocks. Beneath me, the granite was smooth, cold. The reflection of the hunter in the sky was startling, he knew where I sat. If I looked close enough, he faded and the black granite fountain bottom appeared. All around me he came, and the rocks joined us. We were wrapped in the night, a thick shawl of moss. Resisting, I let him near, still held by the sleeping branches and the stone. His words steadily washed over the rocks, over the twigs, over the sharp places. I rested. There, within me, deep silent pools were uncovered. Bramble pulled back, and I was home, in his arms.