Tuesday, November 13, 2007
The How
He'd like people to think he held importance when he was holding his phone, typing and texting and chatting and calling and all of it very engaging, avoiding eye contact whenever prudent and whenever not. Using both thumbs.

Every so often he'd look up at the game when the crowd suggested to him that he'd ought to.


She'd like people to get beyond the veneer, to furrow long and hard and past everything that makes her her and find and not just find but find and then rejoice in all that everything else that makes her who she thinks she is. Deep down.

She stirred her happy hour well drink with the straw that it came with.

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Later, in queue, her shoulder touched his elbow accidentally.

She looked up, he looked down.

He blinked on purpose, she reflexively bit her lip.

Pregnant.

Such is the such that can and might and could.


2 Comments:

Blogger Mrs. White chipped in with:

I fucking love this, especially your last line. Maybe send it (or something else) in to indiebloggers.org or some other such place?

That is, unless you have better things to do. :)

Anonymous Ashley chipped in with:

i saw this on indie bloggers - brillant.

great, great piece.

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