A crushing but meaningless blow.

24 February 2005

A Brief Encounter

A boy and girl sit across from one another at a small, candlelit table. The boy drinks Scotch, the girl red wine. The boy leans back in his chair and speaks. The girl leans forward to hear him over the surrounding din.

BOY: I have an artistic temperament. I can write, that’s my talent, it’s the one thing I can do well, the one thing I really believe in. That’s all there is to me.

GIRL: That’s all I need to know.

The girl stands up and walks away, leaving half her glass of wine unfinished. The boy drinks the wine for her and resumes sipping his Scotch. When the Scotch is gone he asks for the check.

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