the affair

But then   .  .  .  .  .  .  .    what if?

Yes, the cat beamed  . . .     it just might work.
                                                  
We need not blow the safe’s door on-site.
Not if we were to steal the vault entire.
                                                  
Then we could take our time.
                                                  
It’s sim­ply a West End slight-oh-hand writ large.
It’s just a bit of ap­ple bob­bing down the frog and toad.

Hm­m­mm.
But how to keep the lo­cal con­stab­u­lary busy with their own af­fair and out of mine?

How in­deed?
 

—ja­son malmberg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2021 Ja­son Malmberg.

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