“I haven’t heard from him in three days,” she told her coworker, scooping up the stack of invoices with a practiced hand. She clipped them together and flipped them onto the growing stack.
Noticing her mother’s screen name on her IM buddy list, she typed in “Mr. Almost Perfect is breaking up with me,” as she sipped coffee from a hand-thrown mug. “He has decided he doesn’t want an intellectual girlfriend after all.”
“Does he know this?” came the response, with the silly grinning beach ball her mother used instead of the unavailable sarcasm emoticon.
“Your mom has a point,” said her coworker, peering over her shoulder. “You seem to have all these fights in his absence without ever letting him in on it.”
She snapped open her phone and heard her sister’s voice. With her eyes on the screen and her fingers tapping briskly on the keyboard, she related the latest in the saga of Mr. Almost Perfect.
“You either need to stop being mad at him for being as busy as you are,” her sister said, “or admit that you don’t have time for a relationship right now.”
She ended the conversation curtly, but the phone buzzed back into life almost immediately. It was Mr. Almost Perfect, texting her sweet nothings.
She crossed her slim ankles, started in on the next stack of invoices, and considered the possibility that everyone else was right about the relationship.
6 thoughts on “Pastiche on Chanthaboune”
Did you write this? wow!
Have a wonder PSA!
PSA?…. PSD. doh!
That writing style sounds so familiar… are you related to anyone I know?
muah ha ha!
Where does this passage come from? Did you write it?
RYC: Thank you for your comment. I think I will pass that info on to DH. I hate to think that after all we’ve gone through that he’ll have gotten his degree and still have to work construction! 🙁
I think I have mentioned before that the females in your family have similar writing styles…
I am so glad I am no longer in my 20s – everything seemed so dramatic – or is that just the case with firey early 20s. I was an airy early 20s and I don’t remember my life being quite so dramatic. I could of course be misremembering. I’ll check…
Can only go back to 1986 which puts me in my mid 20s not early 20s – and by that time there was a baby in the house that I seemed to be spending a lot of time writing about. According to one entry however the previous year had been busy
“Last year seemed to go by in such a rush with The Kid being born , 4 subjects at Massey, weeks of shiftwork, and my course up in Auckland.”
Hmmm, busy but not dramatic – apart from watching The Kid being born that is.
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