.
.
If Amanuensis was what you were
sure they had said
they were named, you couldn’t
be blamed – they’d
certainly said something like
it. In fact, though,
.
Amanu and Sis were their
monikers. Sis stood for
Sisyphus – apt for the randomly
angled magnificence
which his companion Amanu rode everywhere:
she
.
had discovered him trapped on a
mountainside under
a boulder (recalling the myth) –
she gave him a kiss
and re-christened him Sis, and they
got on quite nicely.
.
While he wasn’t precisely the
lover she’d sought, she’d
grown older and tired of
looking, Sis seemed like a gift,
and Amanu had found him quite
easy to handle.
.
She chose to be known as Amanu because
of the shoes
for which that was the name of
their line of chic
custom-made sandals for which
you’d decide the design.
.
She jumped at the chance though
the company wasn’t
delighted with what she apparently
had had in mind:
a sandal disjointed into a red pointed
affair reminiscent
.
of something that prostitutes
wear. So why do I go on
like this about them? Why do I
think you would care?
Oh, you don’t? Okay, I was
going to go on, but I won’t.
.
.
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