He enters and realizes something's amiss.
He knew his apartment like a lab-mouse knew its maze.
Curtains open – too much light.
Sneakers slotted into the rack – too orderly.
And then in the kitchen, where she knew he couldn’t miss it – “With all my heart”.
He had to talk to the cleaning-girl about the hand towels.
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- musafir
- "A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love, indifference, and dislike; also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his forebears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and something else too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come." Possession by A.S. Byatt
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Was in this place where the cleaning lady put up a bright bag labeled laundry on my clothes hanger. Wished she had been more subtle. Hmmm ..
arundhathi
:-))
"He knew his apartment like a lab-mouse knew its maze."
I wish I knew my bag like that... The state it is in, it would take months for me to notice it even if all my money is stolen...:(
~such~
Tsk tsk ... and is this connected to the zodiac as well? :D
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