© Copyright 2003 Dawn Wan D’Stylo. No part of this work may be reproduced without the written permission of the author. E-mail: phlyonzawahl@shaw.ca
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The room was deliciously cool with the light off and a faint breeze blowing in from the open window. She became momentarily distracted, while holding the cel phone against her ear, when a glint from the moon on the heel of one of her black stilettos temporarily blinded her as she glanced at it with eyes half focused.
Regaining her composure, she resumed listening.
‘But wait…you had a good time, though, didn’t you?’ he begged from the other end of the phone, sounding like he was trying calm the pleading tone of his voice.
‘Of course I did.’ she replied, biding her time during the embarrassing silences in their conversation by rubbing a crimson taloned fingernail at the corner of her mouth and picking bits of fluff from her cashmere sweater.
Waiting, with diminishing patience, her other hand drummed arhythmically on her pillow.
‘I certainly thought we had…a kind of chemistry…’ he said, as if trying to convince himself as well as her.
‘Sure. You bet we did.’ Although it made her feel slightly guilty, she had no intention of voluntarily reassuring him, no matter how much he seemed to need it.
The heat generated from this conversation wasn’t the kind she preferred, although she certainly had felt it before. It seemed so lonely and desparate…feelings she liked to avoid, but sometimes these things had to be worked through nonetheless. It was the only way - the only way she knew.
‘I really liked your ‘trix’,’ he said, encouragingly. ‘I mean… even if…well…you know…’
‘Thanks - hey – don’t blame yourself. It’s no ones fault,’ she replied, somewhat grudgingly. ‘I appreciate that sometimes, no matter how hard you try…’
‘Yeah…and your ‘technique’…well, it could remove paint from a U2, it could! Under normal circumstances, anyway.’
‘Flattery will get you everywhere,’ she lied patronizingly, as the stiletto that the moon had been romancing dangled precariously off her foot over the side of the bed.
‘Hey - compared to you, the light of the moon pales against your beauty!’ he exclaimed weakly.
More silence. Except for the dull thud of her fingernails. What more could be said?
‘You’re too kind,’ she offered. ‘Please don’t take it personally. It just wasn’t meant to be.’
‘But we’ll see each other again, then, won’t we?’
‘Of course! Of course! …I’ll call you…soon…’
‘Soon? Okay. Well, then, nite, luv…’
‘Sweet dreams…’
‘Bugger…’ she exclaimed, switching off her phone.
Letting the stiletto finally drop to the floor, she rolled over, staring blankly out the window.
How full the moon looked, she thought as she finally focused on it.
So full of promise.
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The room was deliciously cool with the light off and a faint breeze blowing in from the open window. She became momentarily distracted, while holding the cel phone against her ear, when a glint from the moon on the heel of one of her black stilettos temporarily blinded her as she glanced at it with eyes half focused.
Regaining her composure, she resumed listening.
‘But wait…you had a good time, though, didn’t you?’ he begged from the other end of the phone, sounding like he was trying calm the pleading tone of his voice.
‘Of course I did.’ she replied, biding her time during the embarrassing silences in their conversation by rubbing a crimson taloned fingernail at the corner of her mouth and picking bits of fluff from her cashmere sweater.
Waiting, with diminishing patience, her other hand drummed arhythmically on her pillow.
‘I certainly thought we had…a kind of chemistry…’ he said, as if trying to convince himself as well as her.
‘Sure. You bet we did.’ Although it made her feel slightly guilty, she had no intention of voluntarily reassuring him, no matter how much he seemed to need it.
The heat generated from this conversation wasn’t the kind she preferred, although she certainly had felt it before. It seemed so lonely and desparate…feelings she liked to avoid, but sometimes these things had to be worked through nonetheless. It was the only way - the only way she knew.
‘I really liked your ‘trix’,’ he said, encouragingly. ‘I mean… even if…well…you know…’
‘Thanks - hey – don’t blame yourself. It’s no ones fault,’ she replied, somewhat grudgingly. ‘I appreciate that sometimes, no matter how hard you try…’
‘Yeah…and your ‘technique’…well, it could remove paint from a U2, it could! Under normal circumstances, anyway.’
‘Flattery will get you everywhere,’ she lied patronizingly, as the stiletto that the moon had been romancing dangled precariously off her foot over the side of the bed.
‘Hey - compared to you, the light of the moon pales against your beauty!’ he exclaimed weakly.
More silence. Except for the dull thud of her fingernails. What more could be said?
‘You’re too kind,’ she offered. ‘Please don’t take it personally. It just wasn’t meant to be.’
‘But we’ll see each other again, then, won’t we?’
‘Of course! Of course! …I’ll call you…soon…’
‘Soon? Okay. Well, then, nite, luv…’
‘Sweet dreams…’
‘Bugger…’ she exclaimed, switching off her phone.
Letting the stiletto finally drop to the floor, she rolled over, staring blankly out the window.
How full the moon looked, she thought as she finally focused on it.
So full of promise.
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