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Another Trouble
When they found the horse dead in the field they told him he should burn it. He sat thinking about this and about how the horse had gone and died in the first place. Nothin around him told him. Not a trace. Not a clue. He thought maybe a snake had gone and bit it in the middle of the night. Or maybe it was sick and dying all along and just so happened to drop dead a few hours come mornin. Either way, he needed a horse. And this wasn´t any good. Not anymore it wasn`t. He sat thinking and cleaning the mud off his boot with a broken stick, chipping away while it slowly dried and crusted in the sun. “Better get on to movin that horse otherwise this place gonna start to smell awful rotten.” He looked up and sat squinting at the sun, the sky as blue as ever.

Something New
They stand out more in the light and you can`t help but take a second glance when she smiles so big, so bright, but you know there is something missing or rather something is there but shoudn`t be and you can`t quite put your finger on it until you realize she had gone and bought herself a fresh new clean set of teeth that replaced the old ones rotting next to the empty spaces left by the other ones that didn`t quite make it too long. You`re happy for her. You know they mean a lot amongst the few possessions she possesses and you picture her late at night taking out her new teeth and sinking them into a glass of water and cleaning tablets that dissolve into hundreds of bubbles that float straight to the top. You picture her doing this every night. She gets into her bed and falls asleep.

The Balcony
She comes in and sits down, sips the beer you give her and smiles passing it back to you. It´s dark but nice. There´s a candle between you and her and you can only barely make out her features flickering on the ledge of the balcony. You pass it. She drinks it. They`re nice, you think, and you like them more and more the longer you look at her. She sets it down. You pick it up. You take a sip trying to focus on this part, this moment, and it`s a little strange and a little romantic. She`s never been here before. And probably won`t come back. You pass it back. She takes a sip. Sometimes staring into the darkness.