Jack was silent, pensive, captured within the internal workings of
his own mind. He drew deeply upon his cigarette as he scanned the dingy
cafe for something worth studying. Suddenly a door was thrown open. A
frigid breeze came screaming in slapping Jack's face without compromise.
"Damn !!" said Jack to himself as he looked towards the door to identify
the person responsible for this assault. It was a woman. It was more
woman than Jack had ever seen. Her dramatic beauty could not be defined.
"I must meet this woman" Jack said to himself. Jack pushed away his
apprehension and stood abruptly. A deluge of blood filled Jack's head
overcoming him with a happy feeling. Jack paused briefly to appreciate
this unexpected buzz and then ventured onward. Jack had arrived at her
table before realizing he had left his. Jack stood there motionless,
helpless, like a old obedient dog. Jack introduced himself meekly and
waited patiently for a response. "My name is Marilyn" she replied in a
soft cotton voice that flowed like honey over hot biscuits. Jack was
enamored and fell into the seat next to her. As they continued to
converse, Jack become aware of a subtle, yet annoying clicking sound.
Jack tried to ignore this clicking sound but soon it drove him to
distraction. He decided that he must identify the source of this
annoyance if he was to maintain a conversation with Marilyn. "Do you
hear that clicking sound" Jack interrupted. Marilyn seemed agitated as
she replied "Yes, I hear that clicking sound ". Marilyn removed her
prosthetic lips and placed them neatly upon her napkin.
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