Blowing a Raspberry.

There was nothing about the fence that signalled the start and end of life.
But still we were here, you and I, having seated ourselves, to comfort, wondering whether life and death were subsequent, and whether the soul was transparent.
“It is, they show it in the movies.”...

She's an eccentric lover.
Laughing her way through salty rain drops making way from her eyes to her numb, cold, wanting lips.
Claustrophobic in an empty, barely furnished abode, nursing a fleeting slideshow of despair and guileless, pubescent love. Bursting out like victims of steadfastness from the jailed lock-horns of farce. Deep, senile love doing its frolic, in a smiling...

We've all been subjected to grandma tales.
But what left Kiu a little perplexed is if any of them ever came true.
Kiu would walk, into the lonely terrains and mythical thoughts, into those imaginative ideas and floating shadows, often questioning her whereabouts whether she should lay down her instincts onto those tales of yore....

To comprehend this story, I have to tell you, that its a part of a series. The first two stories can be found here and here.
My, friend, the very own archetypal ruler, have given me a sense of deep grief.
Its this feeling of forlorn sadness, that I had assumed to be mine....