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| exercise in style-11 |
look - there's a guy called Queneau, French Guy, he wrote a book. It inspired me, hence this mini-series here on the blog which is running all through the month of October. This is day 11. It's all explained here.
DAY 11 - Prognostication
“Yes, but one day you won’t need me.”
They were sitting in her kitchen, it was
early January and the windows were steamed up with condensation; he drew a
heart on one of them with his finger.
She laughed and when she laughed her eyes
sparkled; she was relaxed and she was happy and she was beautiful.
“Thank you for coming”, she said and took
his hand in hers.
“It’s going to snow soon,” he remarked.
“This winter is going to be long.”
“We can share a bottle of Rioja next time,”
she replied.
He looked at her; this is going to be
easier for you than me he thought.
“I should be going.” Was all he could say.
“I will plant the roses before the frost
settles”, she promised.
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