Thursday 7 June 2012

23 - When Sally Met Harry

Harry's handmade shoes felt light upon his feet, close-fitting but with breathing space for comfort. Sharply pressed trousers and jacket with zippered inner pocket to protect his wallet, credit cards, and smart phone, sent out signals of reasonable wealth. Closely shaved, he showed all the signs of the very best of male grooming products, closed eyes betraying to-die-for eyelashes that had some women almost fainting upon meeting him.

Sally did faint when she met him, his eyes still closed. The phone contract and credit card debts adding a certain weight to his position, his suit hanging lopsidedly as if from the burden, and his handmade shoes unable quite to touch the earth beneath his swaying, hanging, body.

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