February 7th, 2012 at 2:58AM

A Little Noir

I’m listening to the blues, drinking a merlot that’s well on its way to vinegar. And yet, her sharp eyes and long legs won’t let me catch a wink of sleep. Her challenge keeps me awake. That challenge that she implicitly forwards. Somewhere out there, she has the answers I want. She could relent, and let me have everything I need to know. But she’s better than that. Instead, she tantalizes me with the prospect of what might be. In return, I melt a little on the inside. But just a little.

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