"I'm serious," wrote Anna, late in the evening, "you are."
It was hard to think of what to say.
"Can such a thing exist?" I ventured.
"It can, and does!"
I thought of how to continue.
"So I'm a god?"
"Yes."
"Of sex scenes."
"Unwritten sex scenes. Your written ones suck."
"True," I admitted.
"Unwritten sex scenes," she continued. "Involving scissors."
Fingers hovered over keys, cautious.
"How does that work, exactly?" I asked.
No reply, so I added: "What are you doing with your stationery over there?"
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Published on January 28, 2010 17:15