She was sleek as hell. Her hair looked like black chrome. You know what I'm talking about: that crisp reflective nature of metal, once it has been polished a quarter of million times. Something like that, with midnight purple, though it always looks blue. Probably faux-highlights. I didn't care if they were real or not. I wanted to touch them. She had a fresh smell about her. A walk through the produce section after it has been sprayed, or an early morning gust of wind from the ocean. Something like that.
I liked it, but she had that sick look in her eyes. The kind of woman that can't go 20 minutes, let alone two weeks, without a hug or a kiss from a man. I wonder how many she's kissed this past week as she smiles at me. She's never been more alone than when she sleeps alone in her bed, or when she looks in the mirror and can't see a smile in those eyes. Seems to be a daily occurrence lately.
Her brief touch and go made me wonder about other women like her. Scratching my head I watching the rain out my window. It's common here. No, not the women like her. That's common everywhere, it's worse with men though. They don't know any better, they wander around like stray dogs looking for a master.
Time to get my dog to work. I stopped wondering about the previous days, picking up the phone. Mose is usually doing his Jew stuff around this time, so I might as well catch him before he plans out the rest of his day. A receptionist picked up, and told me she'd check to see if he was there. I hope my description was good enough. She told me that if he was there she'd make sure he'd head to work. Great. I thought.
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| "I couldn't see her face as she hugged me[.]" |
I looked out the window, popping off the cap of another beer. What a great way to start my morning. Across the street there was a woman in a blue dress, and a I-carry-my-heart-on-my-should kind of sad look on her face. I could see her from my floor. Nothing hurt me more than seeing a beautiful woman look sad. Comely as she was, it bothered me more that a woman beautiful on the inside, could be consumed by her own self. My mind drifted and I thought about another woman. I couldn't see her face as she hugged me, nor could I remember it well. I wonder what her faced looked like then? I wonder what she does these days?
I'm getting nowhere here. I looked away from the Blue Dress, and pulled out the paper. Hai-Pharmacy was robbed last night. Nothing new there. The forecast seemed to be agreeable. I'd prefer the rain though. Slumping in my chair I started to wink heavily. I don't remember anything after my head slouched forward.
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