Tom took the cap off his pen. He set it on the end fastening it smoothly over the silver. Then, he turned the pen in his fingers and put his elbow off the edge of the table and rested his arm on the paper. He wrote.
Outside the window, there was a building across the walk with a lorry parked outside. The lorry had a crane and no one used it. The building was grey. It had a red stripe around the middle and was only two stories high. In the windows were reflections of the outside.
A girl in the grass out the window lay on her side. She rested her forearm across her hip and her leg was drawn up. A piece of paper was in front of her over a book and she rested. Her other arm was pulled under her head and her head rested on her forearm. The sun was bright. It was a cool fall day and she wore faded jeans and a white t-shirt. She turned over onto her stomach. She read her book in front of her. She drew it up from her side. Her back arced; she craned her neck and rested on her elbows. The grass was green. It was watered often, but was dry in the sun.
Tommy sat in the room looking out the window at her. The lights in the room were all on. They were florescent and the air conditioning was on too. It was cooler inside than outside. The lorry had moved. He had looked out and saw that it had. The girl lay in the same position. She was on her stomach. The grass looked comfortable. Tommy's cup was green. He had water in it and it was almost all drunk. It was on the table in front of him.
The girl didn't move. She never moved. Tommy thought that he wanted to see her move, but he didn't. She had moved the last time without him seeing. He didn't see and he wanted to see. He wanted to feel her crawl across the grass reaching for her book, but he didn't see her doing anything. She only lay on her stomach. He saw her body. It was all curves.
She sat up and he didn't see her. She was sitting outside the window pondering a question in her book. It seemed so to Tommy. Tommy watched her now and then making sure. He wanted to see her so that he forgot himself. He forgot that he had class. He forgot he had studies. He forgot the room was empty. He forgot that he had nothing to do with her. He forgot.
She only sat there on the grass cross-legged like a Buddha.
Outside the window, there was a building across the walk with a lorry parked outside. The lorry had a crane and no one used it. The building was grey. It had a red stripe around the middle and was only two stories high. In the windows were reflections of the outside.
A girl in the grass out the window lay on her side. She rested her forearm across her hip and her leg was drawn up. A piece of paper was in front of her over a book and she rested. Her other arm was pulled under her head and her head rested on her forearm. The sun was bright. It was a cool fall day and she wore faded jeans and a white t-shirt. She turned over onto her stomach. She read her book in front of her. She drew it up from her side. Her back arced; she craned her neck and rested on her elbows. The grass was green. It was watered often, but was dry in the sun.
Tommy sat in the room looking out the window at her. The lights in the room were all on. They were florescent and the air conditioning was on too. It was cooler inside than outside. The lorry had moved. He had looked out and saw that it had. The girl lay in the same position. She was on her stomach. The grass looked comfortable. Tommy's cup was green. He had water in it and it was almost all drunk. It was on the table in front of him.
The girl didn't move. She never moved. Tommy thought that he wanted to see her move, but he didn't. She had moved the last time without him seeing. He didn't see and he wanted to see. He wanted to feel her crawl across the grass reaching for her book, but he didn't see her doing anything. She only lay on her stomach. He saw her body. It was all curves.
She sat up and he didn't see her. She was sitting outside the window pondering a question in her book. It seemed so to Tommy. Tommy watched her now and then making sure. He wanted to see her so that he forgot himself. He forgot that he had class. He forgot he had studies. He forgot the room was empty. He forgot that he had nothing to do with her. He forgot.
She only sat there on the grass cross-legged like a Buddha.
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