August

August: -> the rekindling of dormant desire-> slipping from my hands and shattering -> without his reading glasses, his face -> "....it is about time that you did this" -> in the intimate space of his ancient TRW -> Expecting the worst over dinner. -> I began to paint the wrinkles in my face. -> nothing could ever of come of it -> not only that she had the makings of an artist -> In the barn by myself, I unrolled the canvas -> In the barn by myself, I unrolled the canvas -> let her stand on her own -> although I already knew the answer -> all that remains -> where we had left off in the middle of the afternoon -> Unbelievably I was blushing. -> Busy making stew and putting on long underwear. -> on the table between us -> "I fear that your words could be misconstrued" -> Regretted the invitation as soon as it was issued -> Never much more. Why? -> Sounded like he thought he was changing the subject. -> But later. "Dorothy, you do know..... -> What was the real reason? I repeated the phrase -> Sid's world where art is central and so am I -> And then he was gone. -> Bloody hell, what now? -> working on my hair .

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Academic year 2008/2009
© a.r.e.a./Dr.Vicente Forés López
© Zaray García Asensi
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