He came through the door and she wasn’t surprised. Whenever she was struggling to arrange her alphabet, he would appear.
He watched her as she typed. The clicks of her delete key were in time to the ticking of the clock.
He wondered why she had moved it into the kitchen from the living room.
You moved the clock…
Er yes, it was kind of interrupting my living.
So, what do you call this?
What DID she call this?
He knew he was her reverse genie in a bottle, that his presence freed her from her own mind. They had pretty much established that in chapter 2.
They did cover quite a few of the clichés in chapters 3 to 10.
From 11 to about 26, when they realised they both held their tongues in the same cheek, they sifted the nuances with greater intention.
After that, the chapters were water colours, impossible to number.
And now she couldn’t remember what the question was.
Oh yes…he loved to remember when one of the clichés was water coloured:
she looked up at him, and the clock stopped.
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This is good , Venessa. You write scenes very well. Are you into script writing.
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Hey Yassy! Thank you!
and no, that has never occurred to me
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Think about it. You could write great scripts. You have a very imaginative mind too and you are awesome with words.
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Thanks so much Yassy!
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Welcome 😘🤗
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🤗🤗💕
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Well….this is interesting!
Ps I love it-interesting. More please x
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Hi! I so love that you love it. Thank you.
It was one of those, I don’t know what this is, but I wanted to just create something, as I’m not spending as much time lately doing that.
Thanks so much for the encouragement! I always feel surprised when anyone likes what I write!
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oooh this is so delicious!!!!
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Oh I really appreciate that. it’s made my morning!
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I’m amazed as always 🙂
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Hi Michael!
Wow, thank you, what a generous thing to say!
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Oh wow… you express these hidden emotions so well!
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Hi!
Thanks so much! I’m honoured you think so
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I love your proses 🤗
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Thank you! That always means so much to me
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A lucid exploration of consciousness time, Vanessa, and how kinds of communications drift through it. Those missing chapters — I guess it’s hard to know, I think there are two polar opposite reasons for not remembering (consciously).
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What a great comment Steve, thank you. You make it sound like I intentionally knew what I was doing! 😀
Was just reading the other day about the benefits of walking backwards…I had read about the physical benefits years ago, we used to try it when we went hiking in the Rockies. But now they are saying it helps our memory, there seems to definitely be this relationship between space, how we move through it and access events etc. Fascinating.
There is also an old Jewish saying, that the Hebrews “walked backwards into the future”, remembering what God had done in the past to step with faith into the future. I think it is also interesting that you read Hebrew “backwards”. But I digress…
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My pleasure, Vanessa. I am a firm believer in the idea that even when we don’t know what we’re doing, we really do. I tell myself that all the time.
So here I was wondering why the rain falls down and not up, and if I should open a can of pinot noir (because they’re selling it in small cans, and the cashier told me it is good to drink on the train although I don’t know why).
Then I read your comment and my logical thoughts were thrown into disarray. Now I’m wondering if I could open the fridge and take a can out, facing away with my hands behind my back.
I continue to puzzle about the arrow (direction) of time, and I’ve realized very many philosophical and physical questions are tied to it, whichever way you look. Perhaps I could learn more by catching a train.
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I will follow your lead Steve, and tell myself that too. 😀
Gulp, a can of pinot noir…I found that hard to read…haha
Did you try that fridge thing, please let me know how that went?
I don’t know Steve, according to your story where trains and stations featured…but wait, what am I saying, maybe the pinot thing would really help?
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Actually I just made a Sunset* with a can, but I need to keep practising because I couldn’t separate the layers properly. [*in another comment possibly] I didn’t try the fridge thing: if I tried everything I thought about, I would be incarcerated. And there is no need to wonder whether Pinot helps anything, Vanessa, I guarantee it does not.
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This is rather a devastating comment for both sunsets in cans, and pinot. Not to mention the fridge thing. Now the incarceration thing, that sounds like something to come out of a can…it helps to get things off your chest Steve lol.
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Oooo I was going to say esoteric and then saw your tag that said surreal. Yess! I love the figurative language about the phases/chapters of the people’s relationship being unable to number. Dang, people are truly complex. Love ya Vanessie!
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Thank yeeee Rachel! 💕
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Damn beautiful
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Haha I like that! Thank you!
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My absolute pleasure
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