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February 15, 2008

NYC Limits - 1 - Keren Surrender

NYC Limits - 1 - KEREN SURRENDER

Keren sits alone on the blue leather couch by the window. It’s early morning. She is brushing her long white hair. The sound of suspensions cracks panning from left to the right of the room. Keren is wearing a white Waffle and is barefoot. She is loose, content.

Jimmy Dean sits legs crossed on the vinyl, office-dressed, Reebok Flip and rolled-up sleeves. A thin aluminum suitcase lies by, open and empty. Jimmy looks confused, waves hands. Although he is talking to Keren he is expecting her to ignore him.

- I thought it was the right thing to do. You know me. (whispering) I could not tell she was about to turn me down. Not like that. Not like that -

Nailing on his flap…

- You know, you were the one with a crush on her, I really… last week in Paris, both, did she smile and say anything to you? Or was it the market roller-band and hotel rooms? Did you sleep at Clad Sweeney?

Jimmy pauses, pushes on his legs up to the wall then hangs starring at Keren in silence. Keren is done brushing and is now turning to Jimmy with and idle face.

Jimmy walks to the blue couch and sits next to Keren, opens arms to embrace the cushion behind him and takes a deep breath. Keren turns to the man then speaks, marking every word.

- We were somewhere. Paris… or something. Had more sex than we usually get from these trips. She did not turn you down. You sank the whole affair yourself -

Keren is starring, awaiting, slowly tracking Jim’s breathing and wavering her hands on his lips and neck. The hairbrush has been dropped. Jimmy is amused by the girl’s sudden re-calibrating, legs crossed, toes pushing.

- I could not pronounce her name. We dug the metro and wringing the sadness in cinema-scope coloring at 3 in the morning, a gorgeous, sun-kissed Friday morning like now. I wished you were with us on the up and downs of the vodka outbreak. I really missed you -

- Up next Riverside, Jimmy. Coffee is at 3. Cora is in Rome on the Citi swaps with UBS and stuck up to Sunday. I have an audition in 40 minutes at Atkinson. Just don’t call her -

As the noise from the awakening cloud of chemistry outside starts pouring in Keren disappears.

Jimmy staring at the camera relived, his muscles relaxed. There are after all so many things, he thinks, for him to love.

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Posted by lck at February 15, 2008 09:09 PM