Before I disappear for a couple of weeks on my trip, I wanted to put up another short story to tide you over until my return.
Vee: Birdland (I)
We haven’t been dating long, and already Vee and I are sticking too close to home. It’s too easy for me to pick her up after work when the bookstore closes, too easy for us to make dinner and drinks here, watching late night TV, or having sex. Not that I mind. But I’m already a bit of a shut-in.
“We should go out tonight,” I say to Vee when she comes over, having had the early shift at the bookstore. She flops into the cracked leather chair in front of the small fireplace, putting her feet up on the arm.
“Where to?” She sounds eager, and I’m glad. Maybe she too has been feeling the urge for change.
“Do you like jazz?” I come out from the kitchen with a glass of water, and Vee looks at me upside down, her head on the back of the chair. She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Don’t know much about it. Punk’s more my style. And indie rock.”
“That’s settled then. Put on a nice dress-” she’s in her work uniform still, and it just won’t do- “and we’ll go.”
“A nice dress?” Vee sits up straight. “Not opera gloves too, I hope.”