Before A Mirror
I opened my drapes and sat down on the couch. I took a sip of coffee, looked at my watch. Six a.m. Show time.
The curtains of a big bay window in an apartment across the street parted, and sure enough, there was the naked girl. A beauty, too. Broad where a broad should be broad, and with the most beautiful dusty black hair. Hair like a puff of smoke.
I feasted my eyes. The girl went about her business. She sat down at a vanity and began to brush her hair. The obligatory one-hundred strokes.
It was a repeat performance. I got my tickets the day after I moved in. I had abandoned my old digs after my girlfriend moved out and in with a guy and his wife.
Ah, me! The a.m. nudie show was good while it lasted, but of course good things never last. Alas after a day or two, she caught me. Pulled the drapes shut with a bang. Kept them shut, too.
20 March 2014