This week's challenge: chronicle, giraffe, momentum, dumpster, and loop.
The giraffe took each stilted step with purpose; a laddered effort, a muscular momentum, chronicling the savannah. A fresh leaf, a bit of shade, oh heck, a glass of white wine, any pleasure beyond the step by step annular search for nourishment. In New York the giraffe could simply dumpster dive - a quick and sure meal. This relocation program sucked. He’d probably never see another Cuban cigar, a cannoli, or peep show. He’d miss any art opening of note. What the hell did they think he’d do with himself out here, anyway? Heavy with explanations and beyond expectation the giraffe made another long labored loop around the plain and simple landscape, dream timing another place and more complex desires.
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