When she looked out the window and waited for his return it seemed as if she would never see him again. The dog knew the sound of his car. When drawn away from the perch of her window seat, canine instincts acted as a fill-in.
Most of the time when she looked out the window it had something to do with him. At night when she couldn’t sleep she would watch the blinking lights of airplanes getting smaller until they burned out.
Her eyes followed and her mind wondered whether or not he was a passenger on the plane and if this may be true she tried with drilling determination to telepathically tell him how much he was missed. Her longing for him and sense of loss when he wasn’t there took over to the extent that when he was present she couldn't stop worrying about when he might leave again.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
They were looking for a redhead to play the part, so I died my hair. I once had a friend who was up for Marilyn Monroe. It was narrowed down to her along with three other girls. “I’m the only natural blonde among the bunch”, she had said, as if that granted her precedence over the girls she was up against.
Marilyn wasn’t a natural blonde so I didn’t see the significance. I guess the casting director didn’t either because my friend did not land the role.
Either way, as I looked in the mirror at my red hair I decided, I’d lie and say it was an inborn trait. Who would know the difference? And more importantly, if I fit the description of what they were looking for who wold really care.
Marilyn wasn’t a natural blonde so I didn’t see the significance. I guess the casting director didn’t either because my friend did not land the role.
Either way, as I looked in the mirror at my red hair I decided, I’d lie and say it was an inborn trait. Who would know the difference? And more importantly, if I fit the description of what they were looking for who wold really care.
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