I am inordinately pleased that my next story begins:

There’s a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Berkley Springs.
A wooden shack lies just outside the town.
Where a broken hearted woman twists her apron strings.
While the golden cat forever gazes down.

How obscure a refer­ence is that these days?

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