From: Shard Fields or Megasomething <goola2u@aol.compostheap> Subject: [PW!] Poor, Lovesick Shard. Date: Saturday, July 17, 1999 4:30 PM For the longest time, all Shard could do was stare at the poster on the wall of the Celadon department store. Beauty exceeding all beauty. His reason for living. An angel in a trenchcoat. Shard felt a tap on the shoulder. "Excuse me, but why are you staring at that wanted poster like that?" asked Jenny. "Ah, just, um, trying to memorize that face. It’s a nice face. Shame it wound up on a poster like this." "Team Rocket’s always been vain. They’re one heck of a bunch," said Jenny contemptuously. "Yeah…" said Shard, paying attention only to the poster, "Wonder what she did. Hope it was something romantic." "What’s ROMANTIC about breaking the LAW?" sneered Jenny, becoming more than a little suspicious. "Oh, you know, it’s kind of like going into an ancient tomb in search of treasure, in a way. Oh, you know… Um, it just… Forget it, I’m stupid like that sometimes." "I think I will," said Jenny, rolling her eyes as she walked away. As Shard continued to stare at the poster, "Beautiful Stranger" playing in the background, he began to talk for some reason. "Maria, I…" Before he could go any further, Pain Dance showed up. "So," he said, into a translator he was trying out, "you, also, are at your time of burning?" "Humans call it puberty, but that’s a damn good description. We use it sometimes, actually ... Why do you ask?" said Shard. "Because," said Pain Dane, "you display many signs of the thirst." "Yeah, I know," said Shard, "and it sucks, but in a pleasant way. Any case, we have many things to call it. Thirst, hunger, crush, total insanity. In any case, the effect is the same. Your heart, if you have one, is shattered into a million pieces. C’mon, let’s go, I can’t afford the translator." Pain Dance and Shard walked out together, heads hung low. TBC? Shard Fields, hoping PW! doesn't COMPLETELY become a soap opera. .sig not included. Shard Fields on AGNP Megasomething on ATT