Book: Without Wings
Author: K. Writerly [homepage]
Publication date: December 2011
Excerpt from Chapter 1
Word count: 207
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“You’re famous in here!”
Translation? Well, I’d rather not think any more expletives than absolutely necessary. I’ve far too many other vices already. I imagine Paul says, “Please return to your art show and talk to your adoring fans.” Yes, that’s what I’ll assume he really means. Something motivating. Something to distract me from the critics and snobs. Something to keep my mind off the fact that there’s a war zone on the other side of that door and, to make matters worse, I’m not allowed to actually drink the glass of wine Paul is waiting to shove into my hand. I reflexively lift the cigarillo and take a last drag, forcing myself to focus on my lovely little fantasy.
“I’m famous in the occasional backseat, too,” I can’t resist pointing out, if a bit half-heartedly. In all actuality, it’s been ages since the last time I acquainted myself with the unique and challenging dimensions of a backseat. You see what steady employment does to your sex life? It’s criminal, I tell you. Absolutely cruel.
I can feel Paul’s scowl reach out and smack me on the back of the head.
“Backseat gymnastics do not pay for film and frames.”
Temperamental gallery owners. Double bah.
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And that, in a nutshell, is Lasca Grimshaw. (^__~)