An Equal Lack of Fairness

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * recall
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * strolling some sidewalk
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * and seeing some strangers. Motes around
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * castles, shivering in heat. I decided to let someone else stop
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * to water them. They died. The stores were good as usual. I
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * *** * ** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * had to settle for two and came chance upon a table. The suckler
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * wanted a pint. It helped walk me home. A crash spun me
* * * * * * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * momentarily. He died. Some chain-linked phone call stemming
* * * * *** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * from some African hut. She rolled a one and I rolled a four, but
*** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * what else could I do about it? There was some book about a
*** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * book I wanted to peek at, and so picked it up instead. She died._
*** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I was writing this when an email protruded. A colourless|
My mother once gave me a bear. A ragged bear but a bear.* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * drab droned about the thousands floating atop their|
The shirt was red and splashed with logo. I held that bear** * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * homes. Yet no gifts for bothering and no words|
for years. She threw it away someday, just cleaning. I cried. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * grouped in thousands. It was all… unworthy|
There were sounds in the kitchen. They shouted knives until* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * of description. Deleted.|
dawn. It was always them, word-crossed, vehement in their * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * They died.|
animosity. I cried. The bedroom was refuge. Refuse. No * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *|
dalliance with strollers or knife tossing in the house.|* * * * * * * An
Silence. Mere screen, work, and full plates.|* * * * * * * * * * * Equal
I cried.| * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Lack of
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Fairness