Arc of a Relationship

Maybe he was a little short, women would think on a first date, but there were plenty of seconds. Lloyd had a nice twinkle and unpretentious luck with Merlots. But inevitably came The Moment. A girlfriend would stumble through the open washroom door in the morning, only to find Lloyd photographing himself. Peeing. He’d explain that he was plotting the daily trajectory of his pee, assessing when an additional variable would be needed – sign of a change in gravity, of aliens from Constellation Lyra abducting Earth. Lyran light would turn pee green, he’d whisper . . . and no one ever did hear.

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