Fair Emily speaks her mind

Oh Emily, I’d love to be
Down by the sea with you
Having tea with you
– John Cale, Emily

“I must admit I am a little confused, Edward.”
“Yes. In your previous correspondence you called me your earthy muse.”
“You are earthy, in a way, Emily, don’t you think so? And you’ve greatly inspired my poetry.”
“But in your most recent epistle you call me nonchalantly grotesque.”
“I may have been overreacting.”
“To what? I never answered any of your letters.”
“To exactly that. Your coldness, your not giving a damn about my feelings, how I suffer. All that. Isn’t that grotesque?”
“No, it isn’t. You’ve offered these feelings of yours to me, but they are yours, not mine, and I’m under no obligation whatsoever to deal with them.”
“See how cold you are?”
She sighed.
“Would you please get out of my sight, my life and my mailbox, Edward? For ever, and as nonchalantly as possible.”
He opened his mouth to retort, but she quickly stood up, walked to the door and held it wide open.

– James Steerforth (© 2013)

Written around earthy, grotesque and nonchalant from 3WW.

About James Steerforth

I am an author of poetry and fiction, translator and painter who loves to have fun with borrowed feathers.
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1 Response to Fair Emily speaks her mind

  1. hypercryptical says:

    And I guess he did? Excellent use of the prompt.
    Anna :o]

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