I’m the girl you’ve never seen because I’m locked inside working, looking after others, writing, and when I go out you’re home already, warm, or already in bed watching Netflix.
I’m the girl you discover when the Amazon delivery guy got the street wrong dropping off a package, and you can’t believe I live right next door to you.
You couldn’t take your eyes off my breasts. And even after that, you were still staring at the lace straps of my mauve bra. You only looked at my eyes afterward, but that says everything about you. And I love that. I love my new bra too, I think I made a very good choice.
You feel too old and yet I find you perfect.
Your eyes say what’s deep inside you. And when you come back to ring the bell because you found a dead cat at the back of your garden, and you imagine it might be mine, I’m so happy to see you again. Especially since I don’t have a cat.
Poor cat though. I hope your wife is awful. And that you’ll come back. I’m a baby to you. But I make up crazy stories. That’s just how I am.
You’re separated… Oh shit. I hope she didn’t hurt you too badly. A hug?
OK. I’m writing down your number. If anyone’s looking for their cat… I promise I’ll let you know.
I don’t live far if you need anything. And now you have my number…… And I have yours.
But will you answer me?
Fragment – “Lorena, the Girl Next Door” – Ophelie Deslys
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