Perfect Fit

Posted on November 18, 2007
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She had her head on his lap, it was nice. A stray thought told him it would be nicer if she was face down but he was okay with the intimacy not being sexual. His head was providing her enough shade that she didn’t need to squint against the brilliant blue of a perfectly cloudless November sky. It occurred to her that if she had a camera and really knew how to take pictures, this would be a cool image – his head perfectly dark and silhouetted with the brilliant blue of the sky beyond him. Like an iPod commercial. It was an idle thought though because she was crap at taking pictures and they didn’t have a camera anyway.

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The Stripper

Posted on November 17, 2007
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He rubbed his eyes with a satisfaction so great he wanted to find a metaphor for it. It had been a long hard day and his back had been threatening to freeze into a rictus of pain at several points during the series of meetings he had been party to. It was such a pleasure for him to simply be able to lie back in bed and rub his eyes he wanted to just keep doing it while the strain of the day eased out of his back and disappeared into that netherworld from which it would reappear when he had worked too hard or paid too little attention to his posture. When he was done rubbing his eyes he opened them and after the initial popping of flashbulbs that signaled the contact of the lights in the room with his sensitive eyes he took a moment to stare at her.

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The Robbery

Posted on November 16, 2007
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He was sipping his café latte and fuming, an impressive feat since the coffee was hot and it must have burnt his tongue every one of the first few times he put the cup to his lips. If it hurt his throat he didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy being angry. She was watching him with a mixture of wonder and dread and even though she didn’t want to be the one to push through his angry fog and find that her hand was bitten off by a rabid monster, it was almost like a reflex reaction to ask, “What’s wrong?”

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