“What Was Her Name?”
by the time the moon sank away- other worker won employee of the month
- tradition would dictate cod here
- indeed a hero in the eyes of these men
- the fact that she had eyelashes
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“What was her name?” I asked the captive. “And don’t waste any breath describing her double-jointed pinkies or the fact that she had eyelashes. Just tell me her name.”
The monastic babysitter cadre whistled and cheered. It seemed I was indeed a hero in the eyes of these men.
“But do you not see?” the French pantomime performer implored. “I never learned her name. And they were quite alike, the sisters, it is true. Only one clue did they give to me about which was which, and that was when we dined together in the train en route in the nighttime to our next show. My angel she ate happily the salmon, but her sister was saying tradition would dictate cod here. And they argue, about this fish and about things I do not know. Only for a moment do they quarrel, and my angel she becomes très quiet, upset to be reminded that the other worker won employee of the month. By the time the moon sank away, I had promised her I would do anything to see her smile once again.”
bonus points for using them in reverse order