He smiled, eyes sliding out of focus. "I was dreaming…" "Dreaming what?" "I don't remember… we were singing. In the rain…
Saturday, 14 July 2012
seduction by abstraction
Then I showed her my 'records' and spoke - very well, I think - about the beauty of the square, the cube, the straight line. She was listening so charmingly pinkly - and suddenly from her blue eyes came a tear, another, a third - straight onto the open page [page 7]. The ink ran. Well now I'll have to rewrite it.