He closes the door behind him, takes off his hat, and places his jacket on the knob next to the window. I gather my notebook, recorder, bag, and pick up my tea cup from off of the table. I begin putting things into my bag and turn back towards him. He’s standing [...]
I hear the phone ring, and it startles me. I feel my face flush. I was so caught up in his story and his words. I must have somehow forgotten that there was a real world around us. It rings again, but he does not move to answer it. After [...]
I suddenly realize we have been talking for nearly an hour. He sips his tea, and recrosses his legs. Placing the mug on the mahogany table beside him, he rests his head on the high back of the chair. As he does this I notice a necklace he’s wearing. I stare at it for a [...]
Sun is spilling through the sheer shade covering the window on the back door. It highlights deep ruts in the plank wood floor. I notice his feet are bare, and for the first time I fall out of my character and giggle. He asks me what’s funny and I answer him. [...]
I can see him sitting in front of me. His hair is growing longer, his face darker. He’s getting older, I can see it. It’s in his eyes. His skin gives away more than he wants to offer. He shifts in his chair. His dark green corduroys gathering at [...]
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