Month: February 2016
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He Abandoned His Attempts To Blend In
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) He realised quickly that his dark blue jeans and button-down white cotton shirt made it difficult to be apatetic in this club, yet he ceased to be noticed at the very moment he abandoned his attempts to blend in.
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The Burning Intensity In Her Gaze
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) “Any fall from this height would certainly be fatal,” I said with a casualness that her response did not mirror. “So jump,” she whispered just loudly enough for me to hear. She turned toward me and the burning intensity in her gaze told me […]
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One Thousand, Seven Hundred And Ninety Four
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) “The anxiety you’re describing is born from a desire to know the unknowable. You would have precise – and beautiful, for their precision – integers assigned to pointless quantities, such as the passel of cars parked in this garage. It’s not that you want […]
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They Would Be Expecting Her
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) The ship was bobbing in a way that wasn’t aimless but struck her as incorrect. She had set out on a path and ended up here without wind or purpose. It didn’t look like the place she had imagined when she set out. She […]
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The Gentle Hush Of The Hybrids
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) The only sounds were those made by passing cars: the gentle hush of the hybrids, the hissing growls of the buses, the thunderous syncopation of braking trucks. There was a breeze but the air was warm enough to keep dispositions unpleasant. Heat could still […]
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The Cool Metal Of This Pistol
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) His only thoughts were about the cool metal of this pistol and how good Kristie looks in jeans. The two thoughts stirred different yet equally dangerous feelings within him.
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He Had No Speaking Lines
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) He could not escape the feeling that he had often heard described by actors: that he was merely a character in a movie in which everybody else was starring. He had no speaking lines. The camera never focused on him. He was the unpaid […]
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Reality Crept Into Her Psyche
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) Dreaming of X caused her trouble. She would awake to a kind of altered reality in which they were together not here, but in a very familiar version of here. X was gone – maybe off to work – but their paths would cross […]
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Her Jeans
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) It was hot enough outside that all I could think about was taking off her jeans. MY jeans! … my jeans.
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My Usual Table at Wheat Cafe
View this post on Instagram A post shared by Greg (@jimmygoodwords) This is one of my favourite spots to read: my usual table at Wheat Cafe. It’s just downstairs from the day job and the ham & cheese toastie is on point (don’t forget the mustard). I’m still reading The Corrections even as I keep […]