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Aurora Asha Ila · 07-01-2007, 03:48 AM

“It doesn’t matter what time of day it was when I passed her, if it was twelve o’clock at night or four in the morning, she’d be there sketching away the hours of her life on that lonely park bench.
She didn’t talk to anyone, she didn’t eat, she looked as if she had no-where to go. I remember walking past during a lunchbreak and sitting down next to her. I asked her what she was sketching, because I couldn’t understand what the lines on her page meant.

She answered, “I sketch what I see.” But the funny thing was that she never sketched the trees or the pond fountain, the young and old couples that walked in front of her eyes.

So I said “But that isn’t what you see is it, I mean what about that dog over there where you're looking, why isn’t that what you're drawing”

She scoffed at me without raising her head.

“You think that because I sketch what I see, that I also sketch what you see, no. I sketch what I see and it is different to what you see because I see differently.”

So I sat with her the entire lunch break, trying to fathom what she meant. She continued to not look at me and didn’t seem to remotely care for me being there… so. I went back to work. That night, I had to be at the park to meet a mate. We were going to go out on the town and decided to get together there because it’s next to the red-light district. He didn’t turn up after an hour so I left.”

“Where did you go?”

“I went… home. I went home.” His moved his head from side to side.

“You went home, ok…” I paused for a minute and looked at him. The stupid ass. He was lying through his teeth, his eyes were dancing the conga while he talked himself into a corner. I knew he didn’t go home.
I continued the advance.
“So… Mr Grover. What time do you remember getting… home?”
I looked him in the eye.

“What, you think because was at home, I was actually at the scene of the crime, huh. You probably want a better alibi, right? I can’t give you one, ok?”

Bingo. The cover. He realised he was no good at lying, so he was going to try acting, and acting mad. This guy would quit soon. Give away a little detail that we may have missed. It was his type. Not the hardened criminal, but a holiday hob-job. Trying desperately to get out of the mess he put himself in to get out of a sticky situation. With a fake moustache and a grid iron spike at the back of his shoe, doing it for kicks.

Voodoo · 07-01-2007, 05:52 AM

You're is not spelled your.

Now, I like your pace with this. However, you said, "I said, I said, "

That's annoying.

I'll say again, love, that I like this.

But I couldn't follow it whatsoever.

I got a good feeling inside when I read it, but I was also confused.

Aurora Asha Ila · 07-01-2007, 06:01 AM

thankyou for the you'res... i warned everyone of my *fantastic* spelling. lol. Looking back, you are right about "I said, i said." However much it is mentioned in every day "lingo" i don't like it in text. Thankyou however for your enjoyment. I'm sure it will end up going somewhere...

Voodoo · 07-01-2007, 06:10 AM

Hey, I've been up for I don't know how many hours...

Aurora Asha Ila · 07-01-2007, 06:14 AM

hmmm you are rather cryptic arent you... ? I think i need to master cryptic crosswords before i make a start on the things you write/say... Oh well. That'll happen when pigs fly past my window...

Voodoo · 07-01-2007, 06:16 AM

a floodle flied out my

Is gosh here? gosh potatties?

or is it gosh hitites?

I meant I was tired.

Aurora Asha Ila · 07-01-2007, 06:19 AM

Voodoo · 07-01-2007, 06:33 AM

Brave, you are, to stupify your own thread into a LOL contest.

Aurora Asha Ila · 07-01-2007, 09:47 PM

i had no other response because i actually did laugh. . .

Voodoo · 07-01-2007, 09:48 PM

kidding, love