Just a little thing I wrote today.
“I’ve got the knees of a ten year old boy” she said.
We all giggled, she came out with some odd things sometimes.
“No, you haven’t, not compared to me” said Jen, hiking up her skirt, “can’t walk past the coffee table with out getting another bruise.”
A conversation ensued about who was the clumsiest. She looked, I’m not sure. Uptight maybe, unsure if she had said the wrong thing, but the jovial atmosphere and wine soon had her relaxing, if not joining in.
We got a cab together, back to hers. I was only a couple of streets away, so it made sense. She invited me in for a cup of coffee. I liked Aggie, she was strange, good strange, different and interesting. We headed inside and I filled her in on the complex relationships of the girls we’d been out with, the types of relationships bred in a mostly female work place. She smiled and asked questions and seems genuinely intrigued, keen to learn the social layout of her new workplace. I asked her what she had done before she had joined our team.
“Oh this and that, all sorts really” she said as she poured the coffee into mugs. We moved through into the living room, the lighting was low and the space was packed with trinkets. Instead of taking a seat, she stood in front of the shelving unit which covered one, full wall of the room. She nodded towards the third shelf down.
“See” she said, turning to face me, looking for approval. I scanned the shelf for what she was showing me. Suddenly I saw it, the jar, almost directly in front of me, it was hard to discern what was suspended in the cloudy liquid, especially in low light, but the label gave me a fairly solid clue. It read ‘Jake, aged 10’.
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