Issue #1: June 2008
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It is three in the morning and he is not sure why his usually silenced Pachelbel's Canon in D of a telephone ring is now sounding sonorously in his ears, suddenly starkly audible.

In his half-awake state he somehow manages to muster the effort to press the tiny answer button; upon hearing voice feminine fine, he groans.

"I just wanted to hear your voice" her soft singsong spinning a succession of deceit--
click

Wakes up the next morning and barely remembers who she is when he passes her by on his way to work.

 
Two;

They go to the beach, simply for the sole purpose of fulfilling her cliché fantasy romance. By late afternoon, he refuses bluntly to carry the apocryphal ruse on any longer-- no we won't stay for the festival fireworks, no we won't stay to see the skinny slight sliver of a moon, no we won't stay until the first three stars emerge from their daylight cloaks...

 
Three;

He plays with her fingers, interlocking them one by one with the pseudo sand substitutes for his own hands, devoured moon above them offering no smile and no light upon the sandy shore; no they didn't stay until the evening.

Yes they came back-- his sudden and desperate yells at three in the morning, pulling on her disproportionate arms urging her to wake or she'll miss the eclipse come on let's go-- let's get out of here-- (that's what you told me when you took me here...)

Plays with her toes in the sand, pretends it's all right, makes believe with all his might that.
He's just playing pretend.

 
Four;

They return to civilization and he's back to being the lapdog for everyone else in society, feigning superiority over those he can and she's back to sucking on frozen fruit (pondering the constant question why won't they melt faster) as hobby, looking out of her window at the wondrous world.

He'll continue this game of make believe, pretending she doesn't exist-- she'll make believe too, pretend it never even happened.

It never happened.

 
Five;

She doesn't call again, and somehow, somehow...

He stops sleeping soundly.