"What about those of us who fall in love alone?" (Kate Winslett in The Holiday)
They say good things come to those who wait. She had waited patiently, and she was far beyond tired. Yet the good thing she was waiting for seemed to take its sweet time.
Was it really any wonder that her patience was running low. And that the good things she started hoping for was far and beyond her reach?
Like him. Admittedly, he wasn't physically far and beyond her reach. But from watching him to touching him, that was a pretty long step.
Still, she couldn't help but hope he'd be that good thing she was waiting for.
søndag 25. juli 2010
onsdag 21. juli 2010
Lost
I wonder where they go, all the ideas I lose. I wonder if anyone finds them. I wonder if they become stories somewhere else, or if they just disappear alltogether.
Because if they do, that's a terrible loss...
Because if they do, that's a terrible loss...
tirsdag 13. juli 2010
[fractions]
Lazy days = harddrive-cleaning
= this post
«We shouldn't be here.»
He closed the door behind them, and the room went dark.
«You're with me now,» he whispered. «You can go anywhere you like.»
He pulled her hair aside, lips brushing her skin. «I'll take you anywhere you want to go.»
«Will you?» Her voice was a mere breath.
«Anywhere...» He kissed her neck. «Any way...»
= this post
*
«We shouldn't be here.»
He closed the door behind them, and the room went dark.
«You're with me now,» he whispered. «You can go anywhere you like.»
He pulled her hair aside, lips brushing her skin. «I'll take you anywhere you want to go.»
«Will you?» Her voice was a mere breath.
«Anywhere...» He kissed her neck. «Any way...»
*
She rolled her eyes, turning to the wall to examine the now clean slate.
“Oh no,” she groaned.
Riley hurried over. “What is it?”
“It's a sliding puzzle.” Kathy cursed. “I hate sliding puzzles, I can NEVER get them right.”
“Makes two of us,” Riley agreed. “Would help if we knew what it was though.”
Kathy ran her hand across the ancient pattern
“Hang on...” She shone her torch on to one of the tiles.
“Lion's head,” she muttered, moving her hand to another tile. “Fleur de lis.”
“It's annoying when Ben does that,” Riley interrupted. “And no less when you do.”
“It's King Phillip's seal,” Kathy said, ignoring him. “Look, here's another lion's head.”
When Riley continued to look lost, she continued. “King Phillip's seal shows him sitting on a throne of lions. Holding a sceptre with a fleur de lis, and another one in his hand.”
“What's a 'fledeliss',” Riley asked.
“Fleur de lis,” Kathy corrected. “It's French, it means 'lily flower'. It's a very popular symbol, found in everything from wallpaper to king's seals. Incidentally, it's also one of the symbols of the Templars.”
“Think that means anything. That he had it, I mean?” Riley nodded towards the seal.
“Probably not,” Kathy confessed. “It wasn't uncommon for French kings to use it as part of their seal.”
The room might have been an office once, but that was before the paperwork had taken over. There were files on the desk, chairs, floor, jammed between and on top of books in the shelves. A whiteboard on one of the walls was so crammed full of pictures it hardly had a single white spot left. There were stacks of files in every corner, strewn across a small table with two chairs and in the windowsill. Even the waste-basket had files piled on top of it, although Lily felt far from certain this meant they were junk.
“Oh no,” she groaned.
Riley hurried over. “What is it?”
“It's a sliding puzzle.” Kathy cursed. “I hate sliding puzzles, I can NEVER get them right.”
“Makes two of us,” Riley agreed. “Would help if we knew what it was though.”
Kathy ran her hand across the ancient pattern
“Hang on...” She shone her torch on to one of the tiles.
“Lion's head,” she muttered, moving her hand to another tile. “Fleur de lis.”
“It's annoying when Ben does that,” Riley interrupted. “And no less when you do.”
“It's King Phillip's seal,” Kathy said, ignoring him. “Look, here's another lion's head.”
When Riley continued to look lost, she continued. “King Phillip's seal shows him sitting on a throne of lions. Holding a sceptre with a fleur de lis, and another one in his hand.”
“What's a 'fledeliss',” Riley asked.
“Fleur de lis,” Kathy corrected. “It's French, it means 'lily flower'. It's a very popular symbol, found in everything from wallpaper to king's seals. Incidentally, it's also one of the symbols of the Templars.”
“Think that means anything. That he had it, I mean?” Riley nodded towards the seal.
“Probably not,” Kathy confessed. “It wasn't uncommon for French kings to use it as part of their seal.”
*
The room might have been an office once, but that was before the paperwork had taken over. There were files on the desk, chairs, floor, jammed between and on top of books in the shelves. A whiteboard on one of the walls was so crammed full of pictures it hardly had a single white spot left. There were stacks of files in every corner, strewn across a small table with two chairs and in the windowsill. Even the waste-basket had files piled on top of it, although Lily felt far from certain this meant they were junk.
torsdag 8. juli 2010
[fractions]
I didn't have time to answer, she was on her way to the elevator before I could even open my mouth. I watched her go, musing over what kind of person she was when no one saw her. Wicked tongues claimed she just went home at night to recharge, and that the tight bun at the back of her neck hid the usb-port. At times, I almost believed them.
*
The man walking towards me looked completely out of place in Mary's steril office. From the stonewashed, hole-strewn jeans and right up to the ruffled hair and unkempt beard. But as I recognised his face, I felt a pang of pride in the confidence Mary had in me.
He stopped in front of me, pushing his pilot sunglasses into his wild hair.
*
– Age? Marital status? No no, wait. Let me guess.
He eyed me, trying to look scrutinizing. The attempt failed utterly, but I fought to keep a straight face.
– 32, he said finally.
– And married. 4 children, 3 boys and a girl. Your husband is... a music video-director. But a poor one at that, so you feed the family. And you have a dog, a golden retriver named Lucky. And live in a white house-
– With a white picket fence? I shot in.
– No, he said defensivly.
– You haven't had time to paint it yet.
*
The man walking towards me looked completely out of place in Mary's steril office. From the stonewashed, hole-strewn jeans and right up to the ruffled hair and unkempt beard. But as I recognised his face, I felt a pang of pride in the confidence Mary had in me.
He stopped in front of me, pushing his pilot sunglasses into his wild hair.
*
– Age? Marital status? No no, wait. Let me guess.
He eyed me, trying to look scrutinizing. The attempt failed utterly, but I fought to keep a straight face.
– 32, he said finally.
– And married. 4 children, 3 boys and a girl. Your husband is... a music video-director. But a poor one at that, so you feed the family. And you have a dog, a golden retriver named Lucky. And live in a white house-
– With a white picket fence? I shot in.
– No, he said defensivly.
– You haven't had time to paint it yet.
tirsdag 6. juli 2010
[blank]
...
I've been staring at the update-window for 15 minutes.
Clearly, this is not going to happen.
I've been staring at the update-window for 15 minutes.
Clearly, this is not going to happen.
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