Bone supplies the words. I give myself a 250 word limit, half hour time limit and pray. Sometimes it works. Other times, well, uh….
A few days ago Marly had been thinking how they never used the huge deck in back of Jillian’s third floor walk up on West 72nd. Now the deck would be coveted and used. In the early 70’s it wasn’t considered anything.
Jillian hardly ever wore clothes. When she sat layers upon layers of fat would hang and greet each other layer. Marly tried not to stare but she had never seen a fat person naked before. Jillian would perspire greatly. Her skin reminded Marly of a wilted grapefruit.
Jillian lived with Matt who had been Marley’s first college boyfriend. Marly never asked Matt about the relationship. She knew they had something to do with Warhol’s factory. Enough “stars” hung out in the depressing apartment.
The walls in all four rooms were painted black. From the black scones to the black dresser drawers everything was creepy.
Holly Woodland lived with a friend of Marly’s, Dennis. When they were freshman, Dennis used to scream when drinking and drugging, about the Texas Liquor Board being after him. Marly heard that he went back to Texas, married a real woman and became a high school science teacher.
She passed the building today. It stood out as the one next to it had been excavated. She could even see the deck from Broadway.
Marly took out paper, and a quill pen with black ink, and drew the building she had spent so much of her youth in.
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I hope you are a published author or freelance writer, your posts just blow me away. Have a great weekend Pia.
I would love to have a deck in MANHATTAN. Warhol yeah he used to pass me on the East side
Another great piece. Each one evokes such a mood - I just love it.
I felt nostalgia reading this. Same place, different time.
The fat rolls kind of grossed me out.
Otherwise, it’s a splendid piece, I think, about change and remembering.