m

m is a weirdly haunting mutant of a girl. Blank. Unknown. Men and women both go crazy for her and she responds to both without discrimination according to the Handbook of Legal Interactions. I know this and yet I can’t quit her. Some say m is short for Emily. Or that she was named for her dad, M. Alton McHenry, the presidential assassin. A guy told me it’s the sound she makes in love, or sleeping, the sound of hunger, of a caress, of sun on flesh, of dying. It’s actually the sound of thought, she says. Mental triumph. “m…”

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Title by: Murray
Story by: Bill Henderson

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