Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Good Morning World

Anna picked her nose and flicked it at Christopher. She laughed when he recoiled. The woman in the twin-set, with two spaniels on leads, heading towards them, clutched at her pearls, even though she wasn't wearing any. Then curled her lip and pulled the dogs back, as her eyes closed to slits, as she looked from one to the other.

That made Christopher laugh more than Anna did. He wanted to say boo. He'd had a joint, natch. He was feeling relaxed. Instead, Anna and he stepped out of her way, both waving her threw, mocking her to be sure.

She kind of grunted and exhaled. She took the widest birth she could, eyeing each of them suspiciously, clutching the dogs lead back at those invisible pearls.

Anna poked out her tongue, as soon as the old girl looked away. Then she grabbed Christopher's hand and licked the back of it tenderly. He pulled it away.

Pinch her arse, she said, motioning to the old woman with her head. I dare you.

The old woman's pace quickened, as Christopher looked back at her pear-shaped rear.

Do you think she still has sex? said Anna. Can you picture that tweed skirt around her waist?

What do you think eighty year old skin feels like? he said.

Face to face?

He felt a chill down his spine.

Probably great, to other eighty year olds, Anna said. Did you hear about the gonorrhoea outbreak at the nursing home?


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