by Jerry Ratch
“I take him to see all those sexy movies,” she said, “because it puts the passion back in him. I love what he does to me when we get back home after those movies.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but don't you think he's like all hat and no cattle?”
She frowned, and I could see I had crossed a definite line. These two suited one another, like a dark streak crossing a dark path, even as he was sucking down the cream of her heart. There were reports of her cooing like a dove, then yipping like a puppy, when she was underneath him.
Alfie, my dog, hated him. Every time he came over Alfie would just keep barking and barking, like he was a mailman in his other life.
But trying to reason with her was a little like winning the Woody Allen Prize for Poetry. You couldn't be sure whether it's a blessing or a curse. Either way it's not enough to buy two #2 yellow pencils, pre-sharpened.
But at night, unlike me, they sit before infinity, touching. And she still covers their shadows, I bet, with suggestive lipstick.
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Zing! I love this!
But trying to reason with her was a little like winning the Woody Allen Prize for Poetry. You couldn't be sure whether it's a blessing or a curse. Either way it's not enough to buy two #2 yellow pencils, pre-sharpened.
Great pace here. Sharp writing mixed with subtleties.
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I also love this!
"These two suited one another, like a dark streak crossing a dark path"
and the shift from "He must have been a mailman in his other life."
to
"But trying to reason with her..."
Sublime!
Thank you, Michelle and Jane!
Some great one-liners here, Henny. I mean Jerry. *
Thanks, Hem!