“I landed on her arm today,” Florence says. He is on a black banana.
“No you fuckin’ did not,” Florence says. He is on a plum.
“I did,” Florence says. “I tasted her, too. Before she waved me away.”
“Get out.”
“It’s true!”
But Florence flies away, leaving Florence alone.
the next day
“I landed on her leg today,” Florence says. He is on the same black banana.
“Shut up,” Florence says. He is on the same plum.
“No, for real! And she tastes like heaven. Oh my God I can’t tell you.”
Florence eyes Florence, ever the hardened skeptic. “Describe it.”
“It was like…well. It was like this!” He is referring to the black banana.
Florence shits on the plum and Florence shits on the black banana.
the next day
“That…man came back today,” Florence says. He is in a cupboard.
“I saw.” He is in the same cupboard.
“The one with the…”
“I know.”
They are speaking of the Square Hand.
the next day
“He’s here to stay, isn’t he,” Florence says. He is in the trash.
“Looks that way,” Florence says. He is in the same trash.
“Do you think there’s anything we can do?”
“If I think of something, I’ll be the first to know.”
Florence turns around and shits.
the next day
“Florence?” Florence says. He is on the black banana again.
The plum is vacant.
“Steve?”
Steve flies over and lands on the plum.
“Florence. What ails you,” Steve says.
Florence blinks and shits on the black banana.
the next day
“Steve, can you shut the fuck up,” Florence says.
Steve talked all night long and Florence wasn’t able to watch over the woman.
“You invited me for a conversation, did you not?” Steve says.
Florence sighs angrily, and shits. He flies away, leaving Steve alone.
Steve isn’t an important character so he doesn’t speak in Florence’s absence.
the next day
“Florence!” Florence says. “Where were you?”
“I landed on the woman’s knee,” Florence says.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“How was it?”
Florence sighs, still transfixed by the beauty of her.
“Tell me!” Florence says.
“She tasted like shit,” he says.
“Wow.” Florence says.
several days later
“Where do you think she went?” Florence asks. He is in the sink. It is full of red.
“Couldn’t say,” Florence says. He is in the same sink full of the same red.
“Should we be worried, do you think?”
Florence shrugs. “I don’t know,” he says, preparing to shit.
“I’m going to go look for her,” he says, and flies away.
minutes later
“Florences!” Florence calls. “Steves! Steves come, too! Send for everyone!”
A thousand Florences and a thousand Steves come.
“What is it!” they say in unison.
“Help me lift her! I think she’s hurt!” Florence says.
“We will help you lift her!” they say.
The Florences and the Steves try to lift the woman.
They all can’t help but notice that she tastes like shit.