A spent Patron bottle.
He woke to the chill of four A.M. He'd slept in his car, convertible top down. After five minutes, the windshield cleared of its dew. He drove home.
Seven inches tall, five inches wide. Height exceeds breadth.
The oriental fan is colorful and ornate. He sees the red dragon as orange. All of his visions are orange. His hopes and dreams, melding, intermingling, crying out, for orange. A memory flashes. A rainbow over a field of soybeans. A rainbow caused by the irrigation apparatus. A "farmbow." Too many colors on a bright day.
A bag of mustard seeds. A fount of limitless faith.
Many afternoons. He remembers. Walks on the beach. Looking for heart-shaped stones. Searching for scraps of sea glass. Searching for answers. Seeking rainbows. Red orange yellow blue indigo violet. Seeking solace. And then, he woke. Act three, scene one.
Laid flat, the bag is 20% full of seeds. Held upright, 10% full. Breadth exceeds height when standing.
The first night, she'd left an earring behind. The second night, two earrings. She never returned to claim them. She's moving to Colorado.
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