decorated with the pearly drops of rain, leaving long streaks down the pane. They form in such a bewildering pattern. A frou-frou skirt almost forms toward the bottom, yet on the torso sits a button up shirt with a crooked bow-tie. A faceless being with a peculiar fashion sense embedded in the neighbouring window. Juniper Juniper. I shall call to you for your wisdom. Dustsceawung. The repeated reappearance of reclusive reactions. The teeth scraping the edge of Doyle ' s bottom lip. I must push through the bubble of smoke guarding our walls, Joanna chainsmoking throughout the day clouding both her view and her mind. The pouting of her lips ensures all smoke is propelled from her lungs, similar to me, as a shiver shakes itself. Lovers that act with such virility call to question the words of old drive. Sea and Hill and Wood. Foot and Foot and Foot. Her eyes darting across the beams landing on the door frame in which I am stood, meek compared to her power. Titania, the birther of love. Perhaps I should have walked for longer.
– Where have you been? You closed the shop at two, it is now threethirty. Bent brows, downturned. Combination of timid and anger.
– I had a smoke, seems you have too. – An hour and a half for a smoke. – I went on a walk. – What is it, a smoke or a walk? – Are you hungry? I’ ll make you something to eat if so. – I’ ll have a scone, with the raspberry jam.
So very specific Joanna is. Without a doubt a side-effect of her fathers more peculiar embodiment. He was a Latvian emigrant during the 30s, a real Pnin-type, constant repetition of phrase continually met with bewilderment and confusion. His English was rather poor. The fabric begins to itch, a brief handshake between the skin and fibers, ohOwdooyedoo? Must walk so fast that even the coldest weather is counteracted by bodily heat and beads of sweat form on the brow, upper lip and secluded armpit. Doughed flour, bolus wrapped raisins, dead grapes, baked by schoolfriendparents on Burleigh Road, north and south, centred in the palm. Blunt blade, obsolete metal,
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