Friday, May 11, 2007

Ossington bus, the back of his hairline soaked.

Caucasian male, late 20s, with sandy blonde hair, wearing baggy cargo shorts, plaid shirt and orange Crocs. Two bookmarks stake their claim between the pages.

Suite Francaise, Irene Nemirovsky (Vintage)

Page 66:

Once again Gabriel saw the woman with the bandaged head only a short distance away. She had thick, dark eyebrows, long, white, closely spaced teeth and hairs dotted about her upper lip.
She snores when she's on her back. He runs his finger over the space above her nose, traces the bridge, considering her nostrils, tiny, the chisel of her lips, delighting. He reaches over her chest, plucking the book from her sleeping breast, lifting her fingers from the edges, and turns away to where he last left off.

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