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    extra special bitter
    hops are bitter. life is bitter. coincidence?

    Wednesday, November 09, 2005

    terror eyes

    eyes as dark as mine were never meant to gaze upon eyes as bright as hers. except by accident—literally—I nearly stumbled over her turning the corner between Mass Ave and JFK.

    “I’m so sorry. I’m in such a rush this morning I’m not paying any attention to where I’m going.”
    “No—it’s totally my fault. I don’t know where my brain is.”

    I knew where mine was. Those eyes. And I was staring just a bit too long.

    “Can I make it up to you? Can I get you a cup of coffee or something?”
    “Didn’t you just say you were in a rush?”

    Oops. Time to shift into The Surreal.

    “Yes I did. And I am. But I’d be remiss if I didn’t tell you that looking into your eyes is like stepping out of the subway and into the bright sunlight: very pleasant, but nonetheless arresting.”

    Her smile was an interim step between nervous laughter and a quick getaway.

    “Do real people talk like you?”

    Game over.

    “Sadly, no.”

    4 Comments:

    Blogger Trena said...

    Stay Real. It is what makes you extra special!

    10:57 AM  
    Blogger cy said...

    why can i not meet you on the subway? why isn't there a subway where i am? why didn't i meet you on the subway when i was there?

    *frowns*

    1:06 AM  
    Blogger colonialave said...

    Real people don't.

    But I know real men do.

    You're too suave my good man.

    11:09 AM  
    Blogger extraspecialbitter said...

    cy - on the subway I am invisible, not even casting a shadow. such is my cursed fate...

    8:41 AM  

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