When the words won’t come...
Keith abandons his work on his latest poem. He’s mired in the ordinary and nothing new will come out of the dreck of his mind. Something needs to change.
Remembering the provocative personae of The Skinny girl, he decided to drop in on her unannounced. She is strange and different and that’s what he, his poems need. She is also mysteriously erotic and perhaps that will satisfy another need. It’s a gamble and an adventure.
In a moment he saw her staring at him through those large and bottomless pools of blue. “Keith,” she said, her voice and eyes expressing less surprise than he had imagined they would with him arriving this way.
