Tuesday, September 4, 2007

~Noun by Rion~


Man. Look. Woman. Comment. Money. Shout. Man. Eyes. Woman. Tear. Man. Door. Woman. Room. Pillow.
Phone. Appointment. Note. Subway. Smell. Gum. Stop. Diagnosis. Time. Eyes. Breath. Breathe.
Man. Bar. Beer. Beer. TV. Bowl. Peanuts. Stool. Mug. Napkin. Tip. Bathroom. Urinal. Foot. Tap. Towel. Trash. Game. Stool. Nudge. Trip. Mug. Fight. Blood.
Woman. Kitchen. Tomato. Bread. Pan. Spaghetti. Burner. Ring. Drain. Hand. Breath. Beat. Burn. Tears. Ice. Breathe.
Doorway. Man. Woman. Whisper. Hand. Heart.
***Pure nepotism***

3 comments:

Rion said...

Man. Look. Woman. Comment. Money. Shout. Man. Eyes. Woman. Tear. Man. Door. Woman. Room. Pillow.

Phone. Appointment. Note. Subway. Smell. Gum. Stop. Diagnosis. Time. Eyes. Breath. Breathe.

Man. Bar. Beer. Beer. TV. Bowl. Peanuts. Stool. Mug. Napkin. Tip. Bathroom. Urinal. Foot. Tap. Towel. Trash. Game. Stool. Nudge. Trip. Mug. Fight. Blood.

Woman. Kitchen. Tomato. Bread. Pan. Spaghetti. Burner. Ring. Drain. Hand. Breath. Beat. Burn. Tears. Ice. Breathe.

Doorway. Man. Woman. Whisper. Hand. Heart.

Comrade Kevin said...

It doesn't feel like November here in the islands. Back home, most of the leaves have fallen off the trees and the air is chilly. Here, all of the outside vegetation stays perpetually green.

It's odd to see this mishmash of Asian culture and American capitalism. With the influx of money into the capital city, a new generation of residents have learned how to speak passable English.

Cynthia said...

"I'll meet you at the Orchard Palace."

It was the perfect place to meet. She didn't know anyone who went there, and, more importantly, none of her husband's friends would even think about the place.

Holding a bag full of take-out food, she watched people scurrying or sauntering by and thought about how she got here.

It started innocently enough - a few phone calls to an old friend. They touched on their present lives, the good and the bad. The conversations became longer and more personal. Soon their talks centered on how unhappy each one was.

Years ago they knew everything about each other. A gesture, a look, a touch was all they needed to say what was on their minds. Both would have done anything to make the other happy. So, of course, they could help each other now.

Feeling as if they could help each other more if they were face-to-face, they agreed to have lunch.

Thinking quickly, she said, "Let's grab something at the Orchard Palace. It's between our offices."

At the first lunch they spent the time reminiscing about how they were twenty years ago. Since they didn't even begin to talk about the present and the problems they were having, they decided to meet again. At the next lunch, they agreed, they would do what they came to do - help each other find a way to be happy.

That was four months ago. Twice a week they're still helping each other find ways to be happy.

As the Chinese food starts to seep through the bag, she looks to her left.

"Hi. Let's go."