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Harriet and Maurice
‘Don’t you remember?’ Harriet says, tipping well-brewed tea through the strainer. ‘You must, Maurice.’ She clinks the cup against its saucer as she sets it down, then she props a digestive biscuit on the edge of the floral, bone china and slides it across the coffee table towards her husband. Maurice doesn’t acknowledge her, his eyes are fixed, vacantly, on the view of the garden through the French windows. ‘Mind you, you don’t seem to remember much these days, do you love?’ Harriet tilts her head to the side as she says this, a belittling gesture that forces her second chin to swell like a go...
Ni
“We want a shrubbery!”My eyes shot wide open at those words. My now wide open eyes were greeted with the sight of a forest canopy. Twas a beautiful sight, but one wasted on one such as I, at a moment such as this.Stop that, I told myself, you sound a tad pompous. I resolved to calm myself and my language down, but only to ratchet it down one whole tad. I knew no other way.I rubbed my head. The rubbing of my head was of little help. This action of mine was automatic and it was in response to a perceived hurting that seemed centred in my head. The hurt continued and the absent rubbing did little...
The Language of FOOD
The LANGUAGE of FOOD “Well?’ “You do this every time we go out to dinner, rush, rush, rush. No wonder you get indigestion. I have only just started to read the menu. ”“I cannot wait for the day we find a restaurant with only two items on the menu and one is marked ‘not available tonight’. You are unbelievable, the time you take to decide. Just once make a decision before I die of starvation. I swear it will happen one night Julie.”www.onedoor.cc“What, Mordecai Jenson die of starvation? Have you looked in a mirror lately? You take up twice the space on earth normally allocated to most people. That is not a ...
Tongue-Tied to Each Other
“Aw c’mon, man. Grow up!” Ralph laughed after accessing my latest girlfriend. “You can’t be serious. Her?”“What’s wrong with Kacey?”“Nothing, if you like bubbleheads. What do you have in common with her? What do you talk about?”“We really don’t talk a lot,” I replied, smiling.“Yeah, I get it, Casanova. Look, you’re twenty-eight now. You should get serious about your personal life. Stop going out with girls and start dating women. You’ve been lucky so far. The only thing you’ve lost is your money. You keep hanging out with girls like Kacey and you’ll lose a lot more - starting with your repu...