posted by
durham_knits at 11:30pm on 04/11/2003
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And, in a maudlin mood, I was forced to write from Amy's perspective. Blah. If only I could channel a character I like...
Another Girls Paradise
I can smell her perfume in his office, over the stench of fish. Maybe it was a stupid idea. He was angry... but what else could I do? Her damned perfume is still lingering over the files, the chair, the books. Her shadow; the ever present knowledge I can never be the one he loves. I gave him a fish for his birthday... he gave her flowers. How can I compete?
Im screwed. Im getting fired. I try to tell myself its for the best. But then I catch sight of her watching me from her cubicle, and Im torn.
Another Girls Paradise
I can smell her perfume in his office, over the stench of fish. Maybe it was a stupid idea. He was angry... but what else could I do? Her damned perfume is still lingering over the files, the chair, the books. Her shadow; the ever present knowledge I can never be the one he loves. I gave him a fish for his birthday... he gave her flowers. How can I compete?
Im screwed. Im getting fired. I try to tell myself its for the best. But then I catch sight of her watching me from her cubicle, and Im torn.