Monthly Archives: October 2013

Casual Conversations

She wiped the tears from her cheeks using the flat of her hand, wiping them to the sides of her face. She shuddered, then started to giggle. She sniffed, blew her nose in a paper napkin, straightened her back and said, “I’m amazing.”

Two women sitting at the same table with her looked up curiously. One sitting to her left wore a red pullover, her lipstick in the exactly same color. She smiled and leaned over to her giving her all her attention.

The girl continued in a high, scratchy voice, “I must be the only person in the world who would get this right.” Continue reading

Smiley

Those flowers bloom like blossoming teenagers, he thought as one of his pupils from his English class walked into his hospital room, her arms filled with a large bouquet spreading a sensual perfume on the draft coming in from the open window, her cheeks the same pink as the roses, her lipstick red lips saying she was really sorry for misinterpreting his suggestion to study for the upcoming exam at his home, ‘I really shouldn’t have pushed you,’ she said solemnly, looking down her flowery dress: pink with beige flowers; her tanned legs, her fat calves and her narrow ankles, black shoes, no tights, no socks, knee-highs, high heels, a little bruise just above the knee, in a kind of smiley shape; he could feel it, in him, her, the bruise, the smiley, he moaned; ‘Are you in pain?’ she asked, ‘No… yes but, oh, maybe, he thought, I will try again, to win her over, ‘I only wanted to help you get…’ he could see she understood, she understood, ‘Yes,’ she whispered, ‘Maybe,’ she said leaving the flowers on his bed, later when the flowers started to wilt a ladybird crawled out over the flabby pink petals of the roses; it spread its tiny wings and flew away.