John Lusk Babbott

Fictional ephemera.

The Book Of Where We Really Are

Theo was fifty years old and lived alone.  He sold vegetables and fruit in a clean little shop, tidily cluttered, with flattened boxes stacked in corners and the produce arranged in luminous pyramids and phalanxes of uniform color, their small bodies balanced just so.

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