Monday, November 30, 2009
U6: Utilitarian
Her body had become something less and more than a body, something utilitarian. She was an elaborate set of wrenches or hammers to be applied to a delicate money-making process. She thought of herself as a drain.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
S6: Sleep
He just wanted to sleep. It was the cinnamon rolls after dinner that did him in. Cinammon roles after pizza. It wasn't like him to eat this way. At least it hadn't been.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
R6: Repeat
It was a repeat motif - on the rooftop of Guadi's La Pedrera, a blonde bride leaned against her husband and a sand-colored smokestack sentinel, while the rooftop salon at our riad in Fez became the setting for the bridal photo shoot of a young Chinese couple from Singapore.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Q6: Quote
He didn't want to come off like a fag, quoting Funny Girl or The Way We Were, but that was the language of his new community, he supposed. No more "Brown Eyed Girl" or Phish. Now it was Madonna, Barbara Streisand, and Cher.
Monday, November 16, 2009
P6: Pontiff
Was there some pontiff I was supposed to appeal to? Some old man with wrinkled earlobes who could tell me what to do?
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