Keith always kept a container of pistachios inside of his Jack Spade. Leaving the Athenaeum one Monday in the late afternoon, he lingered in the Granary feeding squirrels in the shadows cast by the raking sun. After suffering a bite to the hand from a rabid squirrel he walked home to prepare dinner for his boyfriend, ignoring his malaise. He experienced bouts with mania before expiring from a terrible fever that Columbus Day Weekend.
~Rodin Shaw Cole © 2009
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