76/365 Peter, circa 1983
Peter, a government-trained killer, tosses pebbles at my balcony window until I awake. Across town his pregnant wife also sleeps in the dark, leaving me wondering whether lies I’m told before he leaves me are like the ones she hears before he loves me.
posted by - Christine at 5:45 AM
10 Comments:
Dude. This is awesome.
Not to defend the guy but, you know, tossing pebbles at a window is such a time-honoured tradition. (Good one, FRA.)
ooh wee.
Yes, good one. Perfectly...um...executed.
Well Deloney, it was sort of romantic and far more so than it might be today. These day's he'd probobly just use his cell phone.
I forgot to ask: did he bring a ladder?
Don't government-trained killers have to kill you once they've told you that they're government-trained killers?
Helen: I think once they tell you, they are required to say this (but can insert whatever verb they want): Now I have to *$#@ you.
anyone that is a government-trained anything is probably well schooled in delivering a believable lie ... at least he threw in a bit of appropriately placed gravel to soften the hard edges
Here's hoping that your husband is decent enough to not cheat on you and that any women he finds himself in contact with have enough restraint, decorum and respect to realise that another womans husband is not fair game.
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