Inhaling Tears
I think I just inhaled a tear. No worries, I didn't drown in my sorrow, I'm still very much here.
On a completely different topic (or the same, for it was there that the inhaling of tear happened), I went to see The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie at the New Vic. Although Jean (yes, first name terms) used the word "prime" FAR too many times, I felt very sorry for her towards the end. And I liked her shoes. I was just waiting for her to trip over the hem of her skirt and come crashing down in a heap. What would she have done then? Stood up, and carried on, wincing as she walked? Made a joke from the floor? Remained curled up in a ball?
The man next to me smelt of peppermint and tabacco smoke. Whenever I think of the play I will associate peppermint and tabacco with Jean Brodie and inhaling the tear.
On a completely different topic (or the same, for it was there that the inhaling of tear happened), I went to see The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie at the New Vic. Although Jean (yes, first name terms) used the word "prime" FAR too many times, I felt very sorry for her towards the end. And I liked her shoes. I was just waiting for her to trip over the hem of her skirt and come crashing down in a heap. What would she have done then? Stood up, and carried on, wincing as she walked? Made a joke from the floor? Remained curled up in a ball?
The man next to me smelt of peppermint and tabacco smoke. Whenever I think of the play I will associate peppermint and tabacco with Jean Brodie and inhaling the tear.
kiwiqueen - 2. Oct, 23:54
