By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: August 26, 2005

This is the beginning of a story that only you will read. It takes place in a house in a small borough where a man is sitting at his desk with a pad and pen making a list of some sort. The nature of the list is irrelevant. All you need to know that it’s a very long list, written in green ink. You also need to know that he is writing this list with the intention that only he will be the only one to ever see it’s contents.
In the next room his wife is watching a documentary on the monarch butterfly. She has always been found of butterflies, but would not be able to fully explain her reasoning if asked why. She believes that the man – her husband – is in the kitchen reading the newspaper. However, as you have just been informed, he is at his desk making a list, the contents of which are undisclosed.
It doesn’t particularly matter what either of them look like. All you need to know is that they both consider themselves to be old and have not had intimate relationships more than half their marriage.

The man at his desk is parallel to the front set of windows in the house where a cat sits on the windowsill.