We were  moving  objects  around  today.

The boy says, wearing a brown cotton tie.

Objects. Objects. Okay objects  like  what?

The girl asks, wearing a  dark  matte  skirt.

We found a shard of plastic and changed  its  position.

Where  did  you  move  it  to?  She  licks,  page-turning.

We couldn’t decide. The possibilities were  bewildering.

So what did you do? She tries to read  a  very  small  font.

Snapped it into tiny bits and handed them outto  strangers.

That’s really pretty weird. The wind blew his and her hair into

their own separate frenzies and stopped as if awaiting a reaction.

Love is such a myth.

What made you say that?