..sitting by my window watching ray on hbo...across from the window a lightbulb comes to life...she's late tonight, another bulb lights up and the tv...from light to silhoutte she walks around the house, comes back into light...changed clothes, pours herself a drink and settles down in front of the tv...very quiet very alone so far away. don't seem like she's enjoying her drink, but then neither am i...
...meanwhile on tv, ray's painful childhood haunts his successful present, the water rising...tears welling...can't seem to hear the music. lost her. no end credit roll no goodnight...
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ah at last someone responded to this one...not my usual style n so was wondering how it went down...love you mona!
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