The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Narcissus the Bike Pilot of Mayberry Street
There is a fellow I have old years be gone known to my day and he is a fellow who likes to ride his bicycle. He rides it up and down a street that has a hill at the top. He likes to write long letters to his long lost sister that he has long since remembered as she has left his playground for the future. I must say that my friend whose name is Eltew is organized but seems to lack a simple name for his pet gold fish. I only write this as he seems to really like his gold fish a lot and even stares at the fish when it swims in circles in the fishbowl. Many may never name a gold fish of course, but this particular goldfish has been with Eltew for his entire life. It would only seem fitting that Eltew might wish to at least call it "guppy". But that said, Eltew rode his bicycle too many times and it broke in two. That was not the biggest trouble that Eltew had of course, but sadly Eltew refuses to get another bicycle and has bronzed the original bicycle.
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