Idols of March

(Thanks to Miss Snark for this idea. It was a fun exercise, and apparently I created something with "a certain unexplainable charm". I'll take it.)


In Bed with Dan Lazare

Dan Lazare--not Dan Lazar--loves his last name. Letters mostly common and soft, but for that sharp ā€œzā€, like a griffin's beak surrounded by feathers, or the moonbeam couched in diffuse light that shot through the tiny hole of a window above his bed. The window had been an impulse decision, which seemed snazzy at the time, but now was rather silly and useless and annoying and required a special reacher to close the tiny blinds. Lying on his back in his bed, he stares at the window and cringes. In the distance, a helicopter is heard.



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