The Lucky Seven Meme
I’ve been tagged by my fellow scribe and all-round creatix Chloe to take part in Jaycee’s Lucky Seven Meme. Here be the rules:
1. Go thou to page 77 of your current MS
2. Get thee hence to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines – sentences or paragraphs – and post them as they’re written. No cheating
4. Tag 7 authors
5. Let each and every one of them know
We spoke once or twice a week; she’d talk about New York while I sat on the stairs, rustling the map to pinpoint the attractions she wanted to take me to. Places like the Metropolitan Museum of Art began to take on mythical status, even though the only museums I had frequented since leaving school were: a) The Natural History, in my teens, in a futile attempt to meet girls; and b) The British Museum, to see the Egyptian exhibits.
To say we took things slow would be an understatement. It was three weeks before we got around to the finer details of my stay. And then it hit me that the Civil Service would only grant me two or three weeks of leave.
“Well,” Helen said in a nasally twang that made me laugh, “who is to say you’ll go back to the same job? Maybe you won’t even come back at all?”___________________________________