pups_dt (pups_dt) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2009-09-29 11:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | jazz, lucas |
Laundry Room, Late Afternoon, Jazz and Lucas
Perched on a machine that was gently tumble drying beneath her, Jazz worked on an assignment she'd put off the week before. Her left leg was stretched out, hanging off the edge of the dryer, with the text flopped open over her thigh. Her right leg was up, holding the open notebook upright while she wrote.
Occasionally she looked down at the book and seemed to check something against what she'd written, but in the end it didn't really matter, it was all mostly gibberish anyway. She'd put it off because she was enjoying her free time and didn't want it to be in the way - now she was having trouble concentrating on it.
Only on the outside did she look any better...on the inside she still felt miserable. She just couldn't seem to shake it. Or him.