ding dong.
There is a moment and i listen to my breath hold itself. My right hand squishes onto the furry area above my pubic bone. My left hand traces the hood over the crown of my head. My bladder aches only slightly and the need to answer the door and bring the cigarette to my lips is more confusing than tedious. A towel hanging over the bathroom door reminds me that i showered yesterday. This thought pleases me and i pull the towel around myself as i approach the door stretching my lips in what i intend to be a pleasing and sane, not overambitious – but appropriate morning smile.
craig scutt
Hi Ginny,
I like this entry. It’d be a great start to a novel as well as a good start to the day. I hope it was someone pleasant at the door?
Thanks for letting me know about your nightmare boss. I had to send a few case studies to the editor and he decided to use some of the other (even crazier) stories I received.
… just read your Last Lover. It has an edgy rhythm. Like your smile, I imagine. Good luck staying sane and writing more and more and more.
ginny
thanks craig,
i am trying to inhabit the body of a bloke here and will keep going today.