BRUSHED when she breezily sashayed past she unfortunately brushed his newly published anthology onto the floor and all the words spilled out cascaded even broke up into motes floating freely motes settling down motes and motes leaving him just a pile of letters a molehill of Times New Roman and a smattering of Wingdings scattered all over the floor and then he sadly picked up a dustpan and brush whimpering piteously pmcmanus r029 and deciding in future he would go back to the good old clay tablets and get a new wife