“I kiss you as we’re sitting on the sofa with the computer open beside us. I lean against you, pushing you down until you’re lying beneath me with your head resting gently on the keyboard of the laptop. I lift my eyes to see letters appearing on the screen, a scattered dozen as your head first touches the keys, then more, filling in the blanks, as you turn your head to see what I’m looking at.”
“What do the letters spell?”
“I don’t know. That would depend on what this story turns out to be about.”
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The Mighty Jimbo
that was a good post!
honest.
Alex
Damn, Jill. Since when did you suck all the talent out of Paul Ford’s body?
Jill
Well, Alex, I think that story had better remain backchannel, it’s ugly, in parts, I’m afraid. I hope Paul won’t bear too harsh a grudge against me.
And Jimbo, thank you! I like it too 🙂 I was impressed by the elegance with which you blogged your breakup, btw (having recently – well, not that recently, actually, anymore – had cause to do the same the manner in which such things can be blogged interests me), and happy to have found your site though sorry to hear of the dearth of beautiful, easy-going, rock-climbing women in LA. May you find another soon.
Lisa
and Jill breaks new ground with narrative yet again…
Jill
I should add that to my sidebar, really…
It’s much more fun having different kinds of posts!