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.