Crochet-etry: An Excerpt From Lore of the Lookbook

"I once fell off the train from Nairobi to Mombasa...."
Vol. 1
Dinner Was Served At Eight
passengers were expected to be prompt
and fiercely elegant in attire.
Five courses
and at least as many spirits later
diners mingled over cordials at the slender glimmering bar in the Victorian era dining car.
I had worn the Vinyl Sheath
for the very first time
and found myself engaged in a great many conversations
with men of "unaccompanied status".
One of such
and I
wandered to the platform outside the last car
to marvel at the unfolding countryside eddying behind the back of the slowly moving train. Eventually we began, subliminally, to dance
him steadily waltzing forward as I shimmied backward or to
the side.
Although the cast iron guard rail dug a groove into my back, I took a fatal step backward and felt myself gliding,
and then sprawled
across the countryside
at dusk.

A stunned disbelief gripped me as I came to and saw the train slip
lazily around a bend in the horizon
then the vacant depthless stare of a baboon

the certain confident glint of a lion's

the mirthful glitter of a hyena's.

~More To Come From Lore Of The Lookbook~