Archival remnant no 23. catalogue no 754u (some archival remnants are unfinished)
Wow! She can drink like a fish! And she is!
They started in her apartment, and he's drunk
already.
He is trying to keep up with her in this
restaurant, but he can’t even remember what he's been saying.
Did he voice out-loud how beautiful she looks?
It could have slipped out; it sprang loudly
into his brain somewhere between the poppadoms and the onion bhajis.
He remembers saying something earlier about her
electric cigarette, as the vapour rose around her like a halo.
She explained about the local sourcing of
the fuel tablets and then pushed an open packet of cashews across the table.
That’s when he knew he was drunk.
He thought he was looking at vapour cigarette
components.
Did he say out loud that they looked like
cashew nuts?
Now he's staring at her; he knows that because
she starts talking about the spot on her forehead.
“It came when I started doing yoga, it’s my
third eye.”
He had tried not to notice, he was starting at the other two, trying to gauge their depth and colour.......
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