Sunday, July 29, 2007

The Trick

“In one way or another,” she said, “life always revolves around eating. Don't you think?”

Billy looked up and turned around. It was the first thing he heard her say and it made a strong impression. Bunny's remark floated on the air, skimming the surface of meaning as lightly as a mayfly skims the water. Her communication was as vaporous and as overwhelming as the sandalwood scent she wore, a perfume that would have delighted him if she hadn't worn too much of it. She wasn't aware of having said any­thing interest­ing; she merely meant that she liked to eat and that others did, too. Bunny in fact loved to eat, and Billy always wondered where she put it all. It never occurred to him that she fasted as well as she feasted.

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Saturday, June 16, 2007

Lady's Blouse

"Half‑wit," he said.

He was talking to himself, which was not unusual. It was a quiet summer afternoon from one end of Mosquito University to the other, in­cluding the sleepy labyrinthine halls of the Greenwich Liberal Arts Building. On Fri­days, most of the students and staff went home at midday. Some of the faculty stayed late, either to lounge or to catch up on their work, and of course there was always a skeleton crew of main­te­nance workers. Johnathan, the "bug man", at the top of a six‑foot ladder, had been feel­ing pretty sleepy himself. He now hovered, eyes damp and bleary, over exotic Dr. Almquiski's desk and sighed. The woman below him had long beautiful bright red hair, but he wasn't looking at that. He was staring down her blouse.

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