In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com
In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com
In Over Her Head by Elsie Russell - Parnasse.com
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"Couldn't hack it as a hairdresser, haha, hack it, hair, get it?<br />
Hahaha," Ula whooped, and slapped her bony thigh.<br />
"Think I'll have the wormwood after all."<br />
Ula got up and went to a glass topped gurney lined with bottles<br />
and brought back, arranged on a silver tray, the Absinthe, an engraved<br />
crystal glass, a funny perforated knife-spoon-spatula thing, a matching<br />
silver bowl of sugar cubes with scary four pronged attenuated pincers<br />
to pick them up with, and a crystal art nouveau bong-thing with spouts,<br />
filled with ice water. She began the curious ritual on the amoebic coffee<br />
table that was supposed to match the new floating rocks sofa and the<br />
anti ergonomic chairs, performing the ritual with the humorless pomp<br />
of a Japanese tea ceremony. A pogo-like spring activated the pincers to<br />
clamp around the unlucky cube. Ula set the cube in the middle of the<br />
knife-spoon-spatula and dribbled the green liquid over it until it<br />
disintegrated, dripping through the perforations of the spoon into a<br />
moiré of greenish swirls at the bottom of the glass. All familiar from<br />
the red salon, minus the fancy bong, that night of cellophane and jello<br />
shot jokes.<br />
The green stuff was bittersweet, herbal with a moldy licorice<br />
after taste, reminiscent of the rancid cough medicine dispensed <strong>by</strong> the<br />
elementary school nurse, and Penny gulped it down as she had then.<br />
Lamp wires trailing on the floor behind him, Dick waltzed in<br />
from the back of the loft, droning over the a capella disco streaming<br />
from the kitchen, "Biomorphic, you know, it's Groooovy time, all over<br />
again! My, my, plus ça change. Take these Blob lamps! <strong>In</strong>candescent D<br />
cups! And the subtle phallic suggestion of this one, imagine them<br />
glowing together in a dark room. Such a turn-on, hangh hangh!<br />
Wouldn't you like this erotic pair for the place in New York, don't you<br />
think? One for each side of the nuptial bed!"<br />
Sandro hunched his shoulders.<br />
"Dick! Stop boring him, if it's not three hundred years old, it's<br />
junk," Ula called out from her siren's couch.<br />
The oily blackness of the floor beneath her fiberglass boat<br />
rippled and curled. Lulu brought Penny her coffee. She looked into the<br />
cup. The sheen quivered under her shaky breath, same as the floor. She<br />
took a sip: bitter, strong.<br />
"How old are you, Lulu?" Ula asked him.<br />
"Eightheen."<br />
"My ass. Oh, your ass, your tight little ass. Hey, Loulou, bet her<br />
ass is tighter than yours," Ula taunted.<br />
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