Friday, December 13, 2013

The Girl in the Pink Floyd Shirt (fragment)

The girl in the Pink Floyd shirt twirled her long blonde hair around one and another finger and he noticed her as he put the biography of Yeats back on the shelf. She was folded into the overstuffed chair with her foot tucked under her knee, reading a book about the Gaia theory of life on Earth. He noticed the abandoned clog on the floor, the blue jeans worn at the knee with flowers drawn all over them, the loose fitting shirt and hair falling across her bosom and she looked up at him.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and gestured vaguely at her tee-shirt.

"So you like Dark Side of the Moon...? "
" No, I just like the image, the prism and colors."
"Oh okay... "

She stood up like she'd just remembered an appointment.
" See you around."

She left the book on the seat and walked past the counter, beaming a smile at the mother and baby coming in from the warm sunny day and almost danced out the door, like a butterfly that you will never see again.

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