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A Date with My Favorite Writer
He’s not famous, just someone I know. For argument’s sake, let’s call him Carver. I
went on a date with my favorite writer. He was shy, I was married. He could read my
mind, so that made it okay. Like anyone, we met for coffee by the pier. He wore a
baseball cap high on top of his head. I was glad when he took it off. When he said
everyone sweats. When he looked me in the eye, and we felt an explosive crackle of
electric current zip between us. Something, somewhere made contact. Stars blinked in
approval. The universe opened her arms, drew us in close. Our date was two people
sitting opposite, sipping coffee. Stripping away clothes, flesh, bones, reverb from our
beating hearts and being near. But conversation was taut. I had read Dumbness Is
Everything. He refused to discuss it. There was no need, just want and want. If only I
had a pen. The chemistry came to a head when he slapped ten euro on the table,
placing a silent bet– if he went to the bathroom, would I follow?
About Derville Quigley
Derville Quigley is an Irish writer based in the Netherlands. Her short stories and poems have been published in various international magazines and journals. She is co-founder of Strange Birds writing collective, communications manager for a European network of art schools, and mother of two adorable rascals. Visit www.dervillequigley.net for more info.
