(Untitled)

[quiet_seeds]

it looked like someone had been interrupted, abducted, from a quiet sit-down on my front steps. a pile of papers on the stairs; recipes torn from magazines; a new yorker article, pages stapled on the corner; a statement of reimbursement for one hour of psychotherapy; a large color xerox of a photo of a woman who is biologically a man. a leather bag

Comments

[cadavergradual]

This could be an amazing story.

Could the papers and tupperware all have fit in the bag, though? I just wonder whether somebody took it from him somewhere else and rifled through it on your steps.

What's happened to the stuff?

[quiet_seeds]

my housemate's theory was that the stuff was stolen, but the snacks... they were too carefully placed, ready to eat.

the bag was gone before i really looked at it. the first time i saw the tableaux, it was so fresh and i was sure someone was coming back for it. later on, the bag was gone, and the papers had started to blow into my back yard. the tupperware is probably still there.

one detail i forgot: two small light fixtures were on the ground, the type you would buy to wire your own light, with screws to wrap the wires around. they still had the price tags on them.