scrub dead skin in laos

On a Sunday in Vientiane he finished another revision of A Century is Nothing.

He thought to retitle it Omar the Blind. It will see another edit. Another polishing.

A 2nd edition was published in the fall 2012.

Now he will let it sit still. He's tired of it. He's been consistent with it every morning, afternoons. Ding the work. Polishing is the party.

He feels good about the process.

He rode his mountain bike after spraying oil on sprocket and chain.

He rode slow. He discovered a woman with her plastic box sitting in the shade doing nails on a quiet side street.

He gestured scraping souls. She smiled and finished another woman. He soaked feet and hands in water. She scrubbed off dead skin.

It reminded him of murdering his manuscript darlings. She trimmed cuticles and skin with a small silver tool. She showed him Timothy Michael Leonard.

She wrote him into her story and he wrote her into his.

They're are mutually inconclusive.

Love is unconditional.

A Century is Nothing