tur551929

My question was whether or not I couldIt...

10:57, 2010-Feb-1 .. Link
My question was whether or not I couldIt was harder than snapping your fingers; even than snapping the fingers of a hand that wasn't there A wave surged in, one big enough to knock me down For a moment I was under, and breathing waterI came up splutteringThe backrun tried to pull me out with the sand and shellsI pushed shoreward with my good foot, even kicking feebly with my bad 211 one, and managed to get some purchaseI might be confused about some things, but I didn't want to drown in the Gulf of MexicoI wasn't confused about thatI crawled out of the water with my hair hanging in my eyes, spitting and coughing, dragging my right leg behind me like so louis vuitton hangbags much soaked luggage When I finally got to dry sand, I rolled over and stared up into the skyA fat crescent moon sailed the deepening velvet above Big Pink's roofpeakIt looked very serene up thereDown here was a man who felt the opposite of serene: shaking and sad and angryI turned my head to look at the stump of my arm, then up at the moon again "No more peeking," I said"The new deal starts tonightNo more peeking and no more experimentsBut as I've said (and Wireman was there before me), we fool ourselves so much we could do it for a living 5 - Wireman i 212 The first time Wireman and I actually met he laughed so hard he broke the chair he was sitting in, and I laughed so watch replicas cartier hard I almost fainted - did in fact go into that half-swooning state that's called "a gray-out That was the last thing I would have expected a day after finding out that Tom Riley was having an affair with my ex-wife (not that my evidence would have stood up in any court of law), but it was an augury of things to comeIt wasn't the only time we laughed together Wireman was many things to me - not least of all my fate - but most of all, he was my friend ii "So," he said, when I finally reached his table with the striped umbrella shading it and the empty chair across from his own"The limping stranger arriveth, bearing a bread-bag filled with shells Sit down, limping knock off tiffany jewelry strangerThat glass has been waiting for some days now I put my plastic bag - it was indeed a bread-bag - on the table and reached across to him 213 His hand was short, the fingers blunt, the grip strongI go by Wireman, mostly I looked at the beach chair meant for meIt was the kind with a high back and a low fanny-sling, like the bucket seat in a Porsche "Something wrong with that, muchacho?" Wireman asked, raising an eyebrowHe had a lot of eyebrow to raise, tufted and half-gray "Not as long as you don't laugh when I have to get out of it," I said"Honey, live like you got to live Chuck Berry, nineteen sixty-nine I positioned myself beside the empty chair, said a little omega planet ocean watches prayer, and droppedI leaned left as always, to spare my bad hipI didn't land quite square, but I grabbed the wooden arms, pushed with my strong foot, and the chair only teeteredA month before I would have spilled, but I was stronger nowI could imagine Kathi Green applauding "Good job, Edgar," he said"Or are you an Eddie?" "Pick your poison, I answer to eitherWhat might you have in that pitcher?" 214 "Iced green tea," he saidTry some?" "I'd love to He poured me a glass, then topped up his own and raised itThe tea was only faintly greenHis eyes, caught in fine nets of wrinkles, were greenerHis hair was black, streaking in white at the temples, and quite long denim chanel bag inde


{ Last Page } { Page 68 of 82 } { Next Page }

About Me

Home
My Profile
Archives
Friends
My Photo Album

Links


Categories


Recent Entries

Pam, curious in spite of herself: "What old...
Part of the discomfort Hearn had caused him until...
Will you indulge me, Edgar?" "I'd be happy to I...
There's something to that full-moon shitIt makes...
Calling for her sisters, calling for her Pa,...

Friends