His inwardness exasperated her, his disorganization made her vent in hours-long phone calls while the listener stirred on a chicken soup – i.e., her mother living in Long Island.
But every time she heard him sliding under the duvet at night, trying not to wake her up even if he still smelled like walnuts and pecans, she knew there was nothing she wouldn’t do for him.
Remember warm lines,
Lapping over the sunlight,
Mother’s hands disclose.
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To Camille, there were two types of people: those who sat slovenly on the sunny side of the bench and those who squeezed under the shade of the tree.
Despite those around her see her crouching over her laptop with frowned forehead and bitten lower lip, she sometimes stops her focus on writing to wonder over e-commerce websites, filling up shopping carts she wouldn’t buy.
He tried to hold on the floor with his nails, but its surface was so polished that he miserably slipped on it. He found himself flat on the floor, a force pulling him from the back prevented him from standing up. He started screaming as loud as he could, but no one around could care.
Why causing me such a big pain?
He turned his head, that little motherfucker laughing, enjoying pulling his tail like nothing else in the world.
Then miraculously, a voice from above:
“Jim, leave the cat alone and come have dinner please”.
“That’s easy, if the word ends with a vowel, put an accent on it”
Her friend looked back to the Paris map perplexed, hoping they would have meet enough people with a good English in the week to come.
She could not help her eyes falling on her cleavage – her breasts were too big to not notice them, the girl caught her sight and hinted a smile “It’s all mine love, no plastic, touch it”. It was not really her intention but she grabbed her hand and forced her to verify she was not lying.
December 26, Umoja, unity, she lighted up the first candle, black candle, careful not to spill wax on the Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note open on the table,
“And then last night, I tiptoed up
To my daughter’s room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there…
Only she on her knees, peeking into
Her own clasped hands”
“Want a drink?” she asked his brother while pouring herself a glass of gin tonic.
He looked up at the clock – 11:19 am. Bustle in the kitchen, the turkey was in the hoven already, his little nieces running around followed by the dog.
“Why not” he replied then.
The wooden toy stopped at he, half, 4 more beans, he sighed, he was still behind uncle Avner, then a silly joke came to his mind, Uncle Beans.