"Have yourself a shitty day," said Clarkie to the cashier as he walked out of the Hot Pot Café with a mocha tall in one hand and a copy of the Weekly Whistle in the other. He was late for work, but he’d never make it through the morning without his big joe. Besides, he was always late for work, and it would ruin his carefully cultivated reputation as office rebel if he were actually to arrive on time. Clarkie’s co-workers respected his refusal to bow to many of the office’s conventions, and they shook their heads in amazement when month after month he remained on the payroll despite multitudinous infractions, any one of which would have earned them an immediate one-way ticket out the front door. The secret, of course, was known to one and all, though few dared voice it in public: Clarkie, that coffee-swilling, foul-mouthed, evil-smelling slacker, was the passionate and ever-attentive lover of beautiful Tess, the boss’s limbless daughter.
Just the feet: Pozzuoli, Italy. June 2007.
4/10/2008
Unembraceable You
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4 comments:
Hmmm...
I'd like to hear more about Clarkie and his limbless lover. Perhaps their romance should make a weekly cameo?
I agree!
Dare I suggest it. Perhaps one of us should continue the tale.
So.......
They'd only known each other a short time, having met at the annual company picnic when Tess was pulled out on her custom built Radio Flyer. Clarkie was awestruck by her boldness and struck up a conversation.
"Nice wagon, Babe", said he cracking wise.
Tess looked up at Clarkie, all five feet two inches of him, and noticed right away that he was staring at her breasts. He didn't seem fazed by the fact that she was the bosses daughter, and lets face it, everyone was aware of that. She turned her head, thrust out her tongue and tapped the control panel of her wagon, causing it to whirl gently counter-clockwise.
"Glad you like it little man", she said.
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