Decryption 53% · sender broadcasting on the band he promised · tone: smug, quietly trapped
Same time next week, I said — and here I am, right on the ████, because even a frog like me keeps the one promise he should never have made. The little gallery came back. Every last one. A few brought friends.
I counted them. I did not mean to count them, but a frog notices when a crowd ████ instead of thinning. It means nothing, of course. A larger audience for a page that will never turn. Enjoy the wait.
So. Same face. Same hour. Same — I keep saying ████, don't I. Fine. Same time next week. I will be here. I am, it seems, always going to be here now.
— broadcast on schedule, to a gallery that did the one thing he dared it to