Ji-Ji.Guerrera

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The Little White Bat

Bowie turned to Iman.

“I wonder what it’s like to be a goddess like you.”

He traced the lines about her immaculate cheeks, ran his fingers through her soft fine hair.

She laughed as he did this, looking back into his discolored eyes, focusing on his worn English crowsfeet, and the laughlines that cupped his lips.

She kissed him tenderly.

“Goddess?” she asked, in her warm, dark voice.

“Yes, dear?” Bowie replied.

“I’m going to put some coffee on.”

Her legs cascaded from the sheets.

Bowie watched her silk nightgown nip against her ankles as she walked.

When she left, he starred up at the ceiling, running his right hand through his hair. He was contemplating painting a fresco of the night sky.

The white ceiling glowed back at him.

He wanted to paint in a few more stars than could be seen from earth, and name them after his…

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