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Dis­cov­ered in coisoin­t­er­rompi­do’s Flickr photostream. 

When Dia­po­si­tios the archi­tect opened his eyes, his jaw dropped open.

“You like it, then,” said Coroloios the builder.

“It’s just like I imag­ined it,” said Dia­po­si­tios. “There’s only one lit­tle detail you changed, I think.”

“Oh?”

Dia­po­si­tios turned to Coroloios. “Yes.” He took Coroloios’s col­lars in his hands and drew him close. “The horse”–his voice ris­ing in volume–“was sup­posed”–and a fire lit his eyes–“to have wheels!”

“For what?” said Coroloios.

Dia­po­si­tios did­n’t reply, just glared into the builder’s eyes from bare inch­es away.

“–oh. Oh, now I get it,” said Coroloios.

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Found in weerasak’s Flickr photostream. 

She invit­ed me in. While I sat in front of the fire, fum­bling toward satori as I let my mind van­ish in the per­fect ran­dom­ness of the flames, she bus­tled about in the kitchen. A dim cor­ner of my mind, ignored, heard the rat­tle of met­al on met­al as she retrieved a tiny pot from its niche deep with­in a cupboard.

The last log had shriv­eled into hot white coals by the time she came into the den with two thim­bles of strong, sweet cof­fee. I’d nev­er tast­ed any­thing so fine, I told her. It’s Turk­ish cof­fee, she told me.

In silence, lis­ten­ing to the hiss and crack­le of wood turn­ing to ash and vapor, we drank.