I ask you a detailed question and your answer is simply No. I laugh hard and try again. This time it’s Yes. You have a gap between your teeth, a belly that rests on the counter. I type in my pin code and you make enquiries about my afternoon. You speak in haiku so I respond in kind. Train northbound waiting, delayed inevitably – by wind or else rain. We try again. I squeeze in a long word where a short would do. I take my ticket. It is finally Friday and I am thinking of words or else sleep.
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- Very happy to see Lucy Caldwell’s All The Beggars Riding on this year’s @FictUncovered list bit.ly/15PGsUP 2 days ago
“I squeeze in a long word where a short would do.” I could have written that about me if I could write as well as you!
Still lovin’ this. What am I going to do when it all comes to a full stop in twelve days? What are YOU going to do?