Tamara de Lempicka's Girl with GlovesBrett Garcia Myhren's ''TELEMARKETER''
I'm reading on the couch when she calls, asks for me by name. I smile at her scripted intimacy, imagine her cubicle with photos of pets, the long bend of light on her lacquered nails.
"Listen to this," I reply," David kissed the soft inner banks of women’s thighs."
"Pardon?"
"Oh, there's more," I say, "Thighs like loamy earth that cup the rivers, or lilies blooming in rose and mint."
"Is this a bad time for you, sir?"
"Is it for you? Tell me something," I insist. "Tell me anything."
A quiet unfolds between us as though we'd spent our breath on withering arguments or lost it in the scented air of sweat.
Finally she says, "I'm in Lincoln, Nebraska. Outside, leaves are turning in the cold."
I wish you happy.
All my love,
Simone
This approach interests me. Personally I just put them on hold for an hour. I must try your way!
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Great post
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That's a most wonderful pic. And the piece of writing with it is as enchanting as the pic. You really do have what it takes to be a story teller.
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Lovely pic and great idea for the telemarketers!
ReplyDeleteDear Simone:-)*
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Many sunchine hugs for you,my blessed Friend!
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The painting is beautiful, and I love the interaction with the telemarketer. :-)
ReplyDeleteTelemarketers from India need love, too. Be gentle.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing Simone, as always, great post.
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