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Walkawhile

by Walter Conley

He thought that she was lazier than he was lame, so he challenged her to a walk. The start and finish line would be his garden, where the Potentilla atrosanguinea matched the belt-loops on her pants, but nothing else that either of them wore. Halfway around the house, she slumped into a hole and shattered her ankle. It took everything he had to pull her out. Both crippled now and spent, they crossed the edge of the garden in a dead-even draw. The flowers, without having done anything to further identify themselves with their surroundings, found that they matched not only the belt-loops on the woman's pants, but the blood in her left sock and splotches of color on the pairs' hot and huffy cheeks.

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Walter Conley can't remember where his work has appeared or even writing this story. He currently publishes the ezine disenthralled.