novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- puddle everything was illuminated and there were no shadows except to our backs. i was sitting at my smoking spot, reading cheever and exhaling slowly when i felt the tiny transluscent hairs on my arms tingle. sudden gooseflesh. the body's warning. i looked over and saw him staring at me, cocking his head to one side, half-frowning. blue business suit. black briefcase. brown hair flecked with gray. he started walking towards me, quickly, brow knitted. eyes fixed on mine. he stopped about three feet away from where i sat. he halted abruptly, and he sighed. he squinted at me in the sun, the wrinkles fanning out from his mouth and eyes folding together. he closed his eyes and scratched above his ear, one hand on his waist. shook his head slowly. looked like he was made of water. he sighed again, shoulders slumping, water seeping slowly out the seams of his black dress shoes. "i'm sorry," he said. "but you looked so much like my daughter, the way you were sitting. and your hair. you just looked so much like her." 4:54 pm - 07.16.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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