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Lovely elf*

Posted in Personal by Will on Saturday, August 25th, 2007 ~ 5pm

A lovely elf at Bart’s record shop came to the back of the store and asked another employee, who was grappling an upper wall trying to trace the wires of a malfunctioning system (perhaps an air conditioner), “Are you going to break it more?” Her voice was so lovely, and the contrast between her elfin beauty and her effort to frustrate her colleague was so keen. As she went up my aisle to return to the front of the store, we stepped around each other so she could pass the narrow space. We looked at each other’s faces briefly and then she said in a hushed tone into the air between us — partly to me and partly, perhaps, for him to overhear — “he’s going to break it more”. So lovely.

It wasn’t a “moment” between her and I. I only wish it was.

*small female with high voice, elfin in the sense of being small and lovely. In this case small female with a burst of bleached blond hair. Just adding that definition in case it may mean something else entirely in the male gay community.

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HERE’S AN INTERESTING ODDITY! I HAD THOUGHT I’D LOST what I’d just written, and so I’d rewritten it. The above is the best edit of the two. But below is the original draft, which was succinct but a bit inaccurate, followed by the version rewritten from memory as I panicked that I’d lost it. The panicked version suffers mostly from improperly remembering where each sentence went (though I like the first and last sentence more, which is why I used them in the finished edit above):

A lovely elf at Bart’s record store came to the back of the store to ask a fellow employee if he had plans to break the air conditioner more than it was already, as he clanged away at some part of the upper wall in the back of the store. Her voice was so lovely, and the contrast between her elfin beauty and her effort to frustrate her colleague was so keen. As she went up my aisle to return to the front of the store, we stepped around each other so she could pass the narrow space. We looked at each other’s faces briefly and then she said in a hushed tone into the air between us — partly to me and partly, perhaps, for him to overhear — “he’s going to break it more”. So lovely.

It wasn’t a “moment”, I only wish it had been.

A lovely elf at Bart’s record store came to the back of the store and asked another employee, who was grappling an upper wall trying to trace the wires of a malfunctioning system (perhaps an air conditioner), “Are you going to break it more?” He protested that he could not. She began her return to the front of the store through my aisle, and she and I stepped around each other so she could pass the narrow space. We looked to each other’s faces briefly, and as she passed she said in a hushed tone into the air between us — partly to me, and partly, I assume, for him to overhear — “he’s going to break it more”. The contrast between her beautiful voice and her sinister effort to frustrate her fellow employee was ever so keen.

It wasn’t a “moment” between her and I. I only wished it was.

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