My life is but a giant cheese

[louiselux]

On a brave and darksome morning, Louise sat under a rock. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her finger ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Her Life to love someone with a dangerous nose?

Achingly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like an uphill yellow banana leaf notebook, all on a summer's day. I wish my Her Life would bite me, in her own bespectacled way..."

"Do you?" Her Life sat down beside Louise and put her hand on Louise's brain. "I think that could be arranged."

Louise gasped boringly. "But what about my dangerous nose?"

"I like it," Her Life said slowly. "I think it's annoying."

They came together and their kiss was like a keyboard with jam on it and a thousand sticky fingerprints.

"I love you," Louise said confusingly.

"I love you too," Her Life replied and bit her.

They bought a squirrel, moved in together, and lived dumbly ever after.

Which sort of sums things up really chez Louise. Apart from the squirrel...

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Comments

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[gehayi.livejournal.com]

Excuse me? Alan Bennett?

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[louiselux.livejournal.com]

Alan Bennett - very funny talented Brit playwright and writer of TV drama. Very wry, poignant humour that's also very gentle and, to my mind, always underlayed with sadness.