Tuesday, 23 June 2009

In the afternoon sun, in the chaise lounge, reading; wearing only a pair of sweat pants and some Dior sunglasses, I am interrupted by my farther. Who has brought me a coffee, despite a tray of drinks laying in front of me.

I tell him, half interested, half still reading, that I have applied for two jobs today. He congratulates me, and suggests that perhaps I should look for work in the local bars. I brush off this suggestion, simply saying "not an option" and continue from where I left off, even though I have just read the same paragraph three times over.


Tim in the City of Angles said...

this is one of your most interesting compositions. i read it over 5 times, because i really enjoy it when a writer writes so vividly, that the images form effortlessly in your mind. But it was also all just a bit off... you in the sun (sweat pants?) Your father bringing you a coffee... somewhat surreal... the drinks tray...I have expected him to say, "Mrs. Peel, we're needed."

well done. well done, indeed.

Tim in the City of Angles said...

Thanks, Toughie. I really do enjoy your work and I look forward to every post. Problem is, now you're spoiling me cuz you're writing almost every day. When you get back to school, I'll be SOL!

Enjoy your time off.

Roop said...

You do have at least one more reader (a regular one at that) who enjoys your writing. It's just that I haven't got round to leaving a comment. Until now.

Hope your summer's good - do keep us informed.