the devil is in the details
a man ironed his dress shirt. it is crisp, it has perfect creases, it also shows the grid pattern of the ironing board in ghostly white. the grid is visible in patches. the shirt is marred by wearer's obsession with clean lines; unwrinkled cloth. he pressed too hard; ironed too much. he perfected his way to imperfection.
a woman walks in heels. it echoes. the clack sound is constant except for the occasional scuff; the slight drag of the heel; a misstep; a slackened pace. the rhythm is broken, the enchantment of her walk disturbed. she must begin again.
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is this you, daniel? it's pat. found you through ali's page. i bailed out of myspace for the blogging world (good move). always been a big fan of your writing, so i'm gonna link yours on mine. laters.
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