Homunculus by David Sermersheim

you thought it would stay in one place adopt a contented pose lounge languidly by the fire without complaint nor ask for more than could be given little did you know this thing had a mind of its own and was after all you call your own soon you were working for it meeting its capricious demands with no compensatory gratuities stated or implied in an ad hoc arrangement made on its terms not yours other possibilities were pursued to no advantage most were closed to further inquiry the homunculus clung to the web it wove spun round a routine that met his demands along with a free lunch that was not discussed now you’re out the door on the street looking back at a brightly-lit room where visions of poignant scenes fade into misty shadows

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