Friday, April 24, 2009
How Miss Jackson Listens to the Radio
Miss Jackson lies hushed, facing the ceiling with her eyes tightly closed. Slowly stretching out her hand, she feels and fumbles for the little dial. The sonic stations sail by, as she furrows her eyebrows to focus. She flits past a sound-spurt, and inches back till it’s finely tuned in stereo. She folds her hands across her tranquil torso, slackens the tautness back to her soft face, allows herself a victory smile, and, then, she slides into repose mode again. Miss Jolly Jackson doesn’t care a jack plug what station she listens to. If she likes what she hears, the dial stays put.
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you write so well it's like I can watch the video of what you're describing in my head with every detail preserved. I wonder who she is.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words. I appreciate it. I am almost sure you do not really wish to know who Miss Jackson is. Shall we agree to keep her a mythical/mystical person who makes cameo appearances in my posts, from time to time? :-)
ReplyDeleteA fly on the wall.:-)
ReplyDeletelol alright nana. Agreed. For now, that is, until further notice! ;-) Have a nice weekend.
ReplyDeleteThat you, Kayna?
ReplyDeleteDeal, Adaeze.
ReplyDeletenow i love the way Miss Jackson listens to the radio!
ReplyDeleteSo do I, Novisi!
ReplyDeleteGreat read - you write so well...I can imagine I was a fly on the wall :)
ReplyDeleteHere, there, thanks a lot.
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