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When you look into this man’s eyes it’s just like thunder. I say this because it is a known fact that sound always travels slower than light. I say his eyes are like thunder because you never really see them properly in real time; you see the pupils first and then his eyes sort of build themselves around them as if in slow motion. It’s like a constant delay, like an inconsistency in the way the colors are dubbed over his great chasm of vision.
In a way it’s just like thunder because you can see the spark of the storm but what makes lightning alive, what makes it frightening, is always the part that builds up after the spark is gone. The delayed rumble is what gets me every time.
I didn’t really think about how carelessly his home attendant, dressed in white from head to toe, pushed his head back with a stern index finger directly to the middle of the forehead. I didn’t give a second thought to how much it resembled the barrel of a gun, that one thick, coarse finger, and I certainly didn’t notice the spot of drool on his shirt.
That’s a horrible thing to think but it’s not the first time it’s been thought and I guess it gets better with age like a fine wine.
“That I’m a horny college guy with needs?” I’m going to wait for the laughter to subside. I’ll give them something to laugh about.
“That every time a man toys with his belt he’s thinking of toying, for lack of a better term, with another person. May I suggest that from now on you refrain from sitting behind Ms. Linden, because obviously her vast intellect has you quite absorbed, because I’m sure I can’t imagine what else in this room could distract you this much.” I winked at her.
“Is this it, then? This is how you’re leaving me? My marriage is practically broken. It’s entirely your fault. And you leave me, and act completely blameless, completely clueless!?”
“I…it’s just…I.”
“Rebecca you’re a fine girl. But I can’t lie to you or to myself. I love my wife. This thing between us…this…this fling…that’s all it was. A fling.”
I took off my headphones and the sound of The Beatles One CD drifted out of my ears. I rung the ear piece around my neck and listened to the pseudo-music, a steady stream of stronger beats. Pum pum in the sky with diamonds…pum pum pum pa pum pum pa pum…pum pum in the sky with diamonds…baaaa ba ba ba beeep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…
I say goodbye to her brain and her face and watch her swivel and swerve her curves out of the room. It’s like turning a corner in a Ferrari, it’s like zooooooooooom…vrrrrooooooom….SMACK.
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