Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Yonge Line, smiling sweetly

Black woman, late 40s, wearing black dress pants and a silver ring on her wedding finger that mazes in on itself, squares upon squares. A pink "Happy Birthday, Baby Girl" bag rests between her blue and white sneakers.

Jazz, Toni Morrison (Vintage)

Page 28:

Now he lies in bed remembering every detail of that October afternoon when he first met her, from start to finish, and over and over.
She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits for introduction. She crosses the room, straw resting against her tongue. The bottle sweats. She sips, swallows and waits...

7 comments:

KK said...

Getting some good mileage outta them there copy and paste keys, huh? ;)

Ginette said...

It reminds me of a very sweet mantra. Sweet indeed.

Julie Wilson said...

KK, I'll have you know I did about five edits of that passage, finally resting with what you see here...and the ellipses for dramatic effect. ;)

Julie Wilson said...

Hey Ginette: I agree. It's like a film loop, only not so jumpy!

KK said...

Yeah right, I bet your fingers got tired from the pasting ;)

By the way, you do know who this is, right?

Julie Wilson said...

Ten bucks says you're in a tank top. ;)

KK said...

Oh my god I am so never going to live that down. It was interfering with my movements when I was cooking! That's the ticket.

Slave over the stove and all they remember you for is your tank top ;)

Booyashaka!