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by SadLuckDame » December 30th, 2009, 2:15 am
I love him too Doreen. Some kind of magic, mathematician and possibly had aspergers symptoms, or at least he might if he lived today.
I'm dabbling in one piece that takes some counting and I haven't got it right yet. Today I went for a little write up for fun. I'll share it, but it's nothing to write home about. I'm rusty on vocab, creativity, etc. these days, so just wanted to get a flow for practice. Here's a stream of conversation.
........
"Bella child, I've a surprise for you."
She found him always the same; darkly handsome,
and quite dangerous to be by.
"Frankie darling, you shouldn't have.
Well you wouldn't have-- judging by the cheeky grin,
some sleazy idea is up your sleeve.
Do be a doll and fasten it for me?
You'd do me wouldn't you?"
"Why, yes, I would at the moment,
seeing how my schedule is cleared up till New Years eve,
a previous lay just ended dexterously stiff
and wet up the river last week..."
"You're just being a crook, because of what I'd said at the party?
Now Frank, lean a cheek closer.
You do know how dull I find politics.
Those weasels in stuffy suits and ties, why they'd drown a poor baby; an indigo child even, or a bottle babe with a gene to equip the odds to survive ovarian cancer, if it meant a dinner date with the president and look at him, he'd forget about it."
"Dear Bella, when do I hold any attention towards your conversations of interest?
You know I'm rather a busy man. There are men on the brink of exhaustion to get a word in with me.
I'm popular, haven't you looked my direction?
And besides, you women, all the same.
What have I to do with the ditsy ideas in your head?
You should study up those politics. It'd be easier to tolerate you at polite chit chat. I nearly play along, till I can pin you down for a night, then coffee strong by A.M, it's all forgotten."
"Frankie, let's not be disagreeable. It's a beautiful after-noon
and I've brought you here to be friends.
Oh, jest if you must, I do like a sense of humor, but I've something important to tell you.
When we decided to press those two suits last night, after you'd sent me in for the softy, to distract them a minute...well I'd over heard them discussing Dina. I suppose she must be your lady friend of last week?
But, Frankie, this is just awful news...she was there to manipulate you a bit, though she'd failed miserably at it and the boys think you may be too clever... to try to use her with you again.
Well, and you know I agree with them on it.
I guess her luck ran out, they drowned her up the river.
Oh, you know she's dead, but you'd not know they were planning to pin you to it, do you? Their way of quieting you, I guess.
So, Frankie, I've done something terrible!
I've slept with them. Their wives are pretty inconsolable and down right mad about it. I mean, you couldn't know it, always out spending the cash, not much interested in any other part of them.
I tried giving my apologies in a meaningful expression.
Looking as believable as possible, I do have a little bit of acting skills from college.
Anyway, the dark red-head with the peachy lips... I guess she was hot, too hot and poisoned the lean one last night. Some kind of hex--
mix it up in the liquor.
And the sweet, quiet broad with the pearl necklace managed to push hers from the hotel window. A suicide note pinned to his front pocket.
It'll be on the news, the front page of the newspaper, and prolly littering the internet by now.
Honestly, I was just being a lady and not thinking it out. I'd had a few drinks, and you know...I didn't want you to do twenty years cause of some dumb blond named Dina."
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
