thank god for sun, thank god for palm trees
In the ever-immortal words of Kerry Kinney, I did something!!
You know our hearts beat time out very slowly 1-6
(with apologies to Wolf Parade)
Logan/Hermione
1. Logan doesn’t know how else to fill his endless days and nights so he trolls the streets, on foot and in his car (the yellow truck long since exchanged for something less noticeable, something more in the lines of saab or audi or you know, nice car), and when he finds a coffee shop next to an old dusty bookstore (USED USED USED) he thinks well, okay then, and he comes back most afternoons. It turns out the coffee shop and the book store have a connecting doorway between them and you can wander up and down the cramped aisles and tiny balconies crammed with World War II histories and biographies of Mozart and Real Classics while you drink your coffee, and you can even take that huge book of Parisian architectural drawings back to your table in the coffee shop with you to look through, and suddenly Logan realizes that he’s been seeing the same girl at the same table for the past two weeks. Her table is covered with her coffee cup, laptop, and huge sheets of paper. The word that comes to mind, actually, is “parchment,” like it’s the fucking Declaration of Independence or something, parchment, but that’s how it looks to him. Parchment, and a laptop, and a cell phone, and books older and dustier than his book about Paris. He hears her on her phone, sometimes, or talking briefly with the barista, and she has a pretty accent. He manages to stand in line behind her for refills.
“Hi, I’m Logan,” he says, finishing with a closed-mouth smile.
“Hello Logan, I’m Hermione,” she says.
2. Her apartment is incredibly tidy and clean with very little physical expression of personality. It always looks just-swept and she seems to keep everything in a tiny closet--no more than a pantry really--huge books, her dvd collection, even her coat. But when he looks in the closet while she changes clothes, checks her messages, all he sees are a number of very small wrapped (brown paper, string) parcels and tiny unidentifiable objects lined up on a shelf.
3. The first time they have sex he opens her night stand drawer for a condom but all he finds is an assortment of dried plants (herbs?) and candles. She says, “Wait a minute,” leans over and rummages under the bed muttering, and resurfaces with a packet in her hand. “Is this okay?” she asks. “I can get a different kind.”
4. She pulls his shirt over his head and runs her palms down his sides and her fingers over his ribs and he has a hard time keeping his legs from buckling. His stomach and his cock have turned into boiling water and he buries his hands to the wrists in her hair.
5. She has an incredible collection of old black and white photographs that look like crazy early holograms or something and books older than the ones in the shop by the coffee place. He looks at one briefly but is too worried about tearing the ancient-looking paper to turn a page; it looks handwritten, and she dismisses it as “research” and puts everything back in the closet. (He can’t tell where, later, when he goes for his jacket.)
6. Hermione wears a silver ring on her right hand. It’s covered with a delicate engraved pattern that Logan cannot decipher. When he asks about it she says with a voice that does not belie the sadness in her eyes, “It belonged to someone who was like a sister to me.”
Logan takes out his zippo and flips it open, saying flatly, “This was my mom’s.”
You know our hearts beat time out very slowly 1-6
(with apologies to Wolf Parade)
Logan/Hermione
1. Logan doesn’t know how else to fill his endless days and nights so he trolls the streets, on foot and in his car (the yellow truck long since exchanged for something less noticeable, something more in the lines of saab or audi or you know, nice car), and when he finds a coffee shop next to an old dusty bookstore (USED USED USED) he thinks well, okay then, and he comes back most afternoons. It turns out the coffee shop and the book store have a connecting doorway between them and you can wander up and down the cramped aisles and tiny balconies crammed with World War II histories and biographies of Mozart and Real Classics while you drink your coffee, and you can even take that huge book of Parisian architectural drawings back to your table in the coffee shop with you to look through, and suddenly Logan realizes that he’s been seeing the same girl at the same table for the past two weeks. Her table is covered with her coffee cup, laptop, and huge sheets of paper. The word that comes to mind, actually, is “parchment,” like it’s the fucking Declaration of Independence or something, parchment, but that’s how it looks to him. Parchment, and a laptop, and a cell phone, and books older and dustier than his book about Paris. He hears her on her phone, sometimes, or talking briefly with the barista, and she has a pretty accent. He manages to stand in line behind her for refills.
“Hi, I’m Logan,” he says, finishing with a closed-mouth smile.
“Hello Logan, I’m Hermione,” she says.
2. Her apartment is incredibly tidy and clean with very little physical expression of personality. It always looks just-swept and she seems to keep everything in a tiny closet--no more than a pantry really--huge books, her dvd collection, even her coat. But when he looks in the closet while she changes clothes, checks her messages, all he sees are a number of very small wrapped (brown paper, string) parcels and tiny unidentifiable objects lined up on a shelf.
3. The first time they have sex he opens her night stand drawer for a condom but all he finds is an assortment of dried plants (herbs?) and candles. She says, “Wait a minute,” leans over and rummages under the bed muttering, and resurfaces with a packet in her hand. “Is this okay?” she asks. “I can get a different kind.”
4. She pulls his shirt over his head and runs her palms down his sides and her fingers over his ribs and he has a hard time keeping his legs from buckling. His stomach and his cock have turned into boiling water and he buries his hands to the wrists in her hair.
5. She has an incredible collection of old black and white photographs that look like crazy early holograms or something and books older than the ones in the shop by the coffee place. He looks at one briefly but is too worried about tearing the ancient-looking paper to turn a page; it looks handwritten, and she dismisses it as “research” and puts everything back in the closet. (He can’t tell where, later, when he goes for his jacket.)
6. Hermione wears a silver ring on her right hand. It’s covered with a delicate engraved pattern that Logan cannot decipher. When he asks about it she says with a voice that does not belie the sadness in her eyes, “It belonged to someone who was like a sister to me.”
Logan takes out his zippo and flips it open, saying flatly, “This was my mom’s.”