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Alex collects frogs.

Not live ones, nor dead ones, preserved with a taxidermist’s cold chemicals. His frogs are made of wood, ceramic, pewter, leather, glass and crystal. Some have semi-precious stones embedded in their backs, like kaleidoscopic mirrors of another world. Their colours alone would have used up several dozen rainbows. His favourite is an amphibian couple, caught in the act of mating, trapped in polished volcano rock.

He wonders if one day, one of them will change into a handsome prince, and whether a kiss from a recalcitrant princess is necessary. What if it were the pair of copulating frogs that is transformed? Will they still be slippery, this time with sex and sweat, and will they get to finish what they started, perhaps a hundred hundred years ago, before they were bewitched? Or will they separate, glad to be individuals again and walk away without another glance? Will they not miss each other eventually? Will they not have regrets?

Maybe, but sometimes the need to depart, the need for distance, is greater. Alex fears when that day arrives, all his frogs will change, and leave him. He prays at least one would stay.

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Current Mood: Impractical.
Current Music:

• Muse – Sunburn
• Cake – Let Me Go
• Modest Mouse – Bankrupt on Selling

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Credits: Artwork by P.J. Lynch.