His poem makes her laugh out loud, and she's vaguely aware as a couple scurry past that she must look like a crazy person, with her filthy clothes and tear-soaked face. She thinks if he'd ever known she'd see it he'd have been appalled. It was so bad, a terrible abuse of rhyme and rhythm and the words he'd used: "goddess," "warrior". She glances up and can make out her reflection in a darkened shop window. Oh yeah, she's "magnificent" all right. Pitiful, trembling girl, lost in her grief. Half drowned in her unfathomable regret.
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2005-11-18 03:09 (UTC)Here's my favorite bit:
His poem makes her laugh out loud, and she's vaguely aware as a couple scurry past that she must look like a crazy person, with her filthy clothes and tear-soaked face. She thinks if he'd ever known she'd see it he'd have been appalled. It was so bad, a terrible abuse of rhyme and rhythm and the words he'd used: "goddess," "warrior". She glances up and can make out her reflection in a darkened shop window. Oh yeah, she's "magnificent" all right. Pitiful, trembling girl, lost in her grief. Half drowned in her unfathomable regret.
Wonderful job! Thank you!