' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'Inventions Of The March Hare

I held the door open with the palm of my hand as if it were a large magician's card about to disappear. She opened her mouth to speak... but the thunder spoke for her its ventriloquist’s act timed to a tee lightning flashed in her eyes the storm outside broke like some big existential joke just as the storm broke within her tears trickled down her face as the raindrops raced slowly down the window pane mocking her crying mascara'd tears transforming her into Coca the Clown as if this mask was her real face. 'What the Thunder said...' “Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata. Shantih shantih shantih.” She sobbed even more. I closed the door.