flâneur

Emma Olivia Cohen | Chips, Crumbs

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I'd never seen him like that before. He was grinning as he came in. A grin that had begun before he even entered the doorway. Had he started grinning in the subway on the way home? Or had he been grinning to himself from the moment they parted until now? Or, even worse, had the grin been perpetual, happening the entire time they were at the bar, punctured only by laughter? The grin was sustained—a galactic, ever expanding thing. It was private. He only became aware of it when he saw me sitting at the kitchen table with my yarn and needles. I must have looked like I was at an operating table. Serious, splayed out. At that point, the grin was replaced by an obligatory smile. It was pitiful to be smiled at like that. Hey! he said, taking off his jacket. I said hello back to him. Tonight was so great, he said, plopping down on the couch. He hadn't even taken his shoes off, that's how lost in thought he was. Where did you end up going? I asked, continuing my knitting. I thought to my

Emma Olivia Cohen | Chips, Crumbs Demo Demo Normal Demo Demo 2 2006-09-18T16:39:00Z 2006-09-18T16:39:00Z 1 75 431 Demo 3 1 529 10.2006 0 0   < CHIPS, CRUMBS EMMA OLIVIA COHEN I'd never seen him like that before. He was grinning as he came in. A grin that had begun before he even entered the doorway. Had he started grinning in the subway on the way home? Or had he been grinning to himself from the moment they parted until now? Or, even worse, had the grin been perpetual, happening the entire time they were at the bar, punctured only by laughter? The grin was sustained—a galactic,

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