Thu, 19 May 2005

wasp
There’s a decommissioned telephone switch box almost hidden by bushes in the field between where I live and the nearest convenience store. It is almost entirely overrun with a giant wasp’s nest, but across the top is a pile of wedding rings, amulets and loose change left by those who pray to Saint Friard for retribution and mercy, in equal measure. I went to leave my cellphone atop the box, but the hum of the wasps was so loud that I wussed out and instead threw it into the pond.
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