I saw the young woman in the roots
of a large tropical tree
during my last trip to
the Marmalade Isles.
I fell in love with her.
Naturally.
I told her I loved her
but she only fled silently
into the jungle.
I pursued her, but got lost.
Naturally.
Some natives guided me back
to my hotel,
where I used Face Recognition Technology
to identify my newly beloved
and went to her house.
Naturally.
I didn't ask for her; I asked
for her parents.
Naturally.
That's how things are done
on the Marmalade Isles.
They invited me in for
camphor biscuits and hibiscus
tea.
We spoke of love and desire,
and the imminence of death.
I was old, she was young.
I gave them a bag of Krugerrands.
Naturally.
But their daughter only went
deeper into the roots of the
tropical trees, and I lost her
forever.
I respected her decision.
But I did ask for the Krugerrands back.
Naturally.
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