Everytime it rains Perdita feels the urge to take her shoes off and feel the cold. She can't, anyway. One day for one pair of tights is expensive enough. Instead, she flees off the door and runs home.
Unlocking the door, she feels a nice smell.
- I didn't know you were coming, Jess!
- Yes! Just until Friday. I'll start my journey again. You're soaked! Perdita, that isn't nice...
- I don't have your ability to look perfect. And I don't care anyway.
- Still, you have twenty minutes to get ready. We're having a dinner party.
- What? I wanted to enjoy a home-alone, Jess. Come on! I don't feel like talking to strangers and pretending my life is so interesting I don't need anyone to enjoy it with.
- You'll have to trust me this time. It's important for me. I'm begging. Please.
Rain again
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Then, what? Home alone. Again. Well, everybody needs some time to enjoy being alone, of course. Bullshit. Not today.
Perdita is walking home. She hurried in the morning and is wearing some peculiar clothes. Scruffy & sporty, professional & smart... or something in between. At the end of the day, any Cosmo cover style. The difference is it doesn't feel that nice. This is real life.
She decides to drop in a bar near her place, have a beer or something. But, as she goes in, this young man blocks her way. He's washing the floor. Blocks the way with the mop.
-We're closed, sorry! -He notices some desperation in her face.
-It's Ok. -She doesn't even look him in the eye.
-Well, I can serve you take away.
-I said it's Ok. I'm in a hurry, don't worry. Just wanted some beers to take home; some friends are waiting there.
-Then, how many? He drops the mop against the wall.
-Sure? I can have it in Kalim's anyway.
-Then? How many?
-A tenner... Cheers!
It starts raining again.
Perdita is walking home. She hurried in the morning and is wearing some peculiar clothes. Scruffy & sporty, professional & smart... or something in between. At the end of the day, any Cosmo cover style. The difference is it doesn't feel that nice. This is real life.
She decides to drop in a bar near her place, have a beer or something. But, as she goes in, this young man blocks her way. He's washing the floor. Blocks the way with the mop.
-We're closed, sorry! -He notices some desperation in her face.
-It's Ok. -She doesn't even look him in the eye.
-Well, I can serve you take away.
-I said it's Ok. I'm in a hurry, don't worry. Just wanted some beers to take home; some friends are waiting there.
-Then, how many? He drops the mop against the wall.
-Sure? I can have it in Kalim's anyway.
-Then? How many?
-A tenner... Cheers!
It starts raining again.
Drifting
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First afternoon free in a million! And alone! It proves me right (well, I guess... it's been so long.) I'd better be leaving. Or, wait... I'll finish my beer and another fag and go... Look at that!
She gazes a young man sitting opposite to her. He's scribbling something on a paper while he talks on the cell. He's writing with one hand, holding his drink with the other, phone on shoulder. He's running out of space in the paper.
Perdita stands up and then goes down to her knees. She crawls to the table and hands him a bar napkin. Out of the blue. The guy is not surprised, he's so absent-minded that takes it and keeps on writing.
Ow! I think I am transparent! How did it happen? Doctor. Tomorrow. First thing in the morning.
She gazes a young man sitting opposite to her. He's scribbling something on a paper while he talks on the cell. He's writing with one hand, holding his drink with the other, phone on shoulder. He's running out of space in the paper.
Perdita stands up and then goes down to her knees. She crawls to the table and hands him a bar napkin. Out of the blue. The guy is not surprised, he's so absent-minded that takes it and keeps on writing.
Ow! I think I am transparent! How did it happen? Doctor. Tomorrow. First thing in the morning.
She's back
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It is not that I don't feel like or don't have the time to, don't get me wrong. It's just that I can't. Not prepared. Can't face a blank sheet. Ridiculous. Stupid. Still, it's like having lost your own voice, background, memories.
As a child it was easy. I mean, you can write whatever little stupid thing being sure it has some importance?!
That is how I assume my sheer lack of personality and invent an alien.
MY ALIEN
Perdita, what a name! You should meet her. Little thin absent-minded creature sure of nothing at all. Like you and me. The difference is she enjoys it. Finds it good fun.
-Oh, Hi, Laura! Sorry... late again!
-It's OK. Didn't waste my time. See that guy? I'm gonna marry him.
-You sound so sure. Did you ask him?
-Not yet. I was waiting for you so you can take a pic of the whole stuff.
-Nice!
Laura walks slowly, past two couples and a glass collector, then stumbles. When she is approaching the guy, her cell rings on the table. Back to the table.
-Sweet! Hi, darling! Long time no see. Sure! 6.30 is OK. I'll be there. Bye bye.
-Who was that?
-Sorry, Perdita. I know it's been long and we had to talk those six years over but I really can't now!
As a child it was easy. I mean, you can write whatever little stupid thing being sure it has some importance?!
That is how I assume my sheer lack of personality and invent an alien.
MY ALIEN
Perdita, what a name! You should meet her. Little thin absent-minded creature sure of nothing at all. Like you and me. The difference is she enjoys it. Finds it good fun.
-Oh, Hi, Laura! Sorry... late again!
-It's OK. Didn't waste my time. See that guy? I'm gonna marry him.
-You sound so sure. Did you ask him?
-Not yet. I was waiting for you so you can take a pic of the whole stuff.
-Nice!
Laura walks slowly, past two couples and a glass collector, then stumbles. When she is approaching the guy, her cell rings on the table. Back to the table.
-Sweet! Hi, darling! Long time no see. Sure! 6.30 is OK. I'll be there. Bye bye.
-Who was that?
-Sorry, Perdita. I know it's been long and we had to talk those six years over but I really can't now!
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