Article: 288781 of talk.bizarre
From: Andy Green <space@zands.demon.co.uk>
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Subject: lift
Date: Tue, 03 Dec 1996 13:47:34 +0000
Organization: Spare Wheels Inc
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"Ligament," she said, and meant it. She somehow managed to relish the
word and give it feeling. I was at a loss.

"Is that all you've got to say after fifteen years?"

She shrugged, "It's hard some times, you know..."

I sighed. "What am I supposed to do with it?"

She looked at me. "Write it down, I guess. Isn't that what you usually
do?"

I took a black felt marker from a draw in my desk and scrawled the
word on a fresh sheet of white paper. I looked at it carefully for a
few seconds.

"Are you sure you didn't mean 'liniment'?"

"No. Why?"

"That might have given me something to work with."

There was a split seconds of silence and a vague intake of breath as she
adjusted her expression.

"I'm sorry, I said 'ligament' and that's exactly what I meant. Now, if
you don't mind, I'm going to have a coffee." She got up off the table,
and strode purposefully out of the room. I sat there looking at the
word scrawled on the piece of paper. Somehow I just could never make
them fly.