THE BRAIN OF CALVIN DORN
July 23, 2013
The brain of Calvin Dorn slipped quietly along the hall to the fire exit. It zigged and zagged down the escape and dropped to the alley. It clothed itself in garments it had hidden in the trash bin. A vision in wrap-around shades, a stylish beret, bold red military jacket, green pantaloons, and tall scrolled leather boots, the brain of Calvin Dorn entered the midnight park.
Off the path in a little glade awaiting the brain of Calvin Dorn was the brain of Beatrice Cole, bedecked in satin and jewels. Oh, the tryst, the nightly tryst, and the return at dawn to duty. Thus. And so.
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