I just tweeted my first TwitterStory this morning. All 10 posts are 140 characters or less. The spacing was more cramped in my actual Twitter posts. Here it is:
- I’ve always been a sucker for a girl who gets her hands dirty, and this girl’s hands were plenty dirty. It was the first thing I noticed.
- Well, that’s not true. The first thing I noticed was the black eye she was sporting–snapped me right to attention seeing a girl like that.
- Talk about black and blue–this thing was a starburst. I stared a little too long; she self-consciously tucked a few hairs behind an ear.
- That’s when I noticed the dirty nails. “Quite the shiner,” I said.
“Yeah,” she replied. “I was hauling on a wrench at eye level. So stupid.” - “I’m off the tanker down at the pier. Been replacing vent gaskets. I can’t believe the rust I’ve had to break through. Can you replace this?”
- She held up an old cracked gasket. “It’s in stock,” I said. I got the gasket, bagged it, and reached for the package under the counter.
- Smoothly I slipped the package in with the bagged gasket. I looped the shopping bag handle around her fingers. Those nails, that eye.
- She seemed so vulnerable–God, I love that. I wanted to say something else, buy her a drink, see her haul on that wrench. But I knew better.
- She paid and walked out of the store, back to…wherever. I didn’t believe for a second she was off the tanker down at the pier. Not until…
- …HE walked in and demanded the package. Black and blue all over, he was, from his dyed buzz cut to his football jersey. I sank to the floor.