C.C.

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Friday, December 4, 2009

Spooning.

I was waiting, wooden but amenable; I had been prepared for the event I was to be introduced to an exotic experience. I was in my element. I slipped into the interior. Sweetness was waiting in a warmed bowl. I stirred passionately making it with syrupy colours, it was my forgotten role. I... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday. Singles Club.

They shook hands and sat upon a seat. His hat was green, his suit was grey.. If they could click it would be sweet. Could they find something this way that destiny would let them share? She had wondered what to wear. She had needed to impress. A little overweight might prove an advantage to her... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 3, 2009

The good old days

He sat in a creaking coat in a chair with a high back. Feeling the fire as a friendly force he smoked and coughed. I watched his throat ripple and the grey bristle sweep away all illusions. It was good of him he could have used the fire but chose to swallow the black fusion of nicotine and natural... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Genie

They were searching for a genie as they walked along the beach. The horse thought I could drink a beer, if one was within reach. A wave came splashing to the shore and left a bottle there. The horse thought, well I could have sworn I heard a Genie swear. The engineer tried to explain, that the... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Advisory

She was my Tax Advisor and I am a little wiser.. She told me she was married from the start. But she wore down my defences, as I knocked up my expenses. And I began to put a price upon her heart. So I knew that she was married, in the little bag she carried were things to change a pretty woman’s... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, November 30, 2009

The other Woman

'I'm not really into this thing,' she took a gin. Her views were softly spoken. Perhaps she was searching for a little token of affection. Upon reflection we should not have come this far, but it is more fun drinking at the bar. 'What are we here for?' Did she mean this planet? Or the human race? I... Sign in to see full entry.

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