The Radio Is Saying All at Once

The radio is saying all of this as it happens, you hear it dimly through the car door. Your fiancee abruptly gets back into the car. Neither of the men seemd to notice her. One opens the crate with a couple quick taps and pulls out of it an intricate miniature house. The hours that must have been spent building it, every detail is accounted for. Inside the hous you think you see for a moment, lights and movement, undamaged. You beam at him. This has been your story. But there was time one day, one single day, in which it was only one story, a story about you. And you were pleased, because you always wanted