Appleby College - Argus Yearbook (Oakville, Ontario Canada)

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winked. She turned through the door in- to a small kitchen-cum-dining- living-room. There was a small ta- ble, simply but carefully laid. She put the cup down. David did not move. Not only was he married but he had two young daughters - three and five - a respectable job, - assistant bank manager, he had not so much as looked at another lady in se en years. As for this wo- man and her small apartment, he had never laid eyes on either be- fore! Come on, Dave, sit down. I squeezed you some real orange juice. David stood as if rooted to the spot. This could not be happening. His head was pounding and stomach felt sick. There was a strong taste of whiskey on his ton- gue. David! the women said with a note of anxiety, Are you all right? You look terrible. Guess we had too much to drink last night, huh? ... David please sit down. It was nearly a plea. From somewhere David found a voice, although not his own authoritative one. I ' m sorry, I ' ve got to go, he muttered as he pull- ed on his tie. Got to go, he repeated as if for emphasis. He stumbled into the main room, feverishly looking for the front door. For a panic-stricken moment he thought there was none. Then it caught his eye, there, just behind the sofa. Some- how he managed to reach it and twist the handle. Got to go, he muttered for the third time as he fell into the hall, pulling the door closed behind him. An Exit light screamed above the door, and David ran through it and down in- to the street below. Inside, the woman started to pack up the dishes and return them to the cupboard. See, he really wasn ' t very dif- ferent, she said to no one in par- ticular and calmly poured the cof- fee down the sink. Just a one night thing, like all the others. He was no different, just someone to use and throw away. It sure didn ' t bother me. I knew he was no different all the time. She stopped, turned, and saw the crumpled bed sheets in the yellow light beam and hurled the empty cup onto the ground; it burst into a hundred fragments. She sank to the tloor, weeping. 114

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MY CHIN ' S GOT A VALLEY IN IT. my chin ' s got a valley in it where sometimes my thoughts come down to play and laugh below my small red lips trying to avoid the spray i feel them dancing in my chin and reach up my hand to brush them away but they slip through my fingers like live white fish to carry on their play then sometimes in a game of hide and seek one finds an upward way climbing on pegs of blasted black hair if i ' ve forgotten to shave that day he falls in my mouth with a plop and a cry and i savour his taste like a mental gourmet if pleased with my own little thought i open my mouth and blow him away. Graham Leggat I lie in bed and watch the sky It doesn ' t move it ' s good under pressure ... pink orange greyclouds ... dark cloudworms sliding ... smears across the sky ... clouds furrow the skybrow ... - the sky has black streaks in it! Graham Leggat