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Water jets in Franklin Square, Winter '09.

Theme Thursday today, and what a task I have! The theme is RHYTHM, so I set myself the goal this morning of penning a lightning fast drabble on today’s them on my way to work on the bus this morning. Alas, my trusty notebook was elsewhere! Thus, I fished out a receipt from the fresh fruit market in Salamanca [APPLES GRANNY SMITH SML KG], and set about squeezing out 100 words on the back.

I’m glad to say that I had the requisite number done and dusted by the time I hit the bridge and was able to dip back in to Dame Rebecca West’s interesting little tale The Return of the Soldier.

Let’s take the easy way out and call this one RHYTHM.
The rhythm of their relationship was a familiar one.

He worshipped her, she loathed him. He adored her, she was disgusted. He would whisper the sweetest, gentlest paeans of his affection into her lovely ear as they made love, and she would shun his offerings a cat might a command. When he arrived home, he kissed her. She gouged at his skin with her nails.

He would give, she would take. He loved her, and she hated him for it. He loved her, and he hated himself for it.

It was the rhythm of this connection that kept them together.

Comments

Skip Simpson said…
I've had a few relationships like that myself. Great post! Thank you!
Betsy Brock said…
And what's that other rhythm I hear in the background? OH...that's him beating his head against the wall! ha!
Brian Miller said…
yep. all too familiar a tale. nice fountains...
jerrypuke said…
great story and great pic.
Anonymous said…
So often I've neglected to take my book along and end up frantically searching for a scrap of paper, on which to scribble...would be worse if I ever cleaned the car, regularly-LOL!
Jackie said…
Ooh I really really like this photo. Fantastic stuff.
Mike said…
Been there, done that! LOL!
Well it takes two to...tango, right ;)

xoxo
Baino said…
Weird relationship . . great pic. . .sorry I'm a visual person.Honestly? I've never had a relationship like that.
Wings1295 said…
Sounds like my relationship with crappy flicks! ;)
e said…
Happily, I can say, I've never been there or done that! Thanks for your post!
JeffScape said…
Love that photo. Love it.
the rhythym is going to get them...time to change to a new tune.
Sara said…
I am always amazed at how the ugliest of realities is wrapped in the loveliest of prose. Delicious!
What a familiar snapshot of life in those words. And what a beautiful snapshot of the rhythm of water...
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks to all for your comments. Rather busy today!

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