Article: 288781 of talk.bizarre From: Andy Green <firstname.lastname@example.org> Newsgroups: talk.bizarre Subject: lift Date: Tue, 03 Dec 1996 13:47:34 +0000 Organization: Spare Wheels Inc Lines: 30 Message-ID: <32A42F76.41C6@zands.demon.co.uk> X-NNTP-Posting-Host: zands.demon.co.uk X-Mailer: Mozilla 3.0 (X11; I; IRIX 6.2 IP22) MIME-Version: 1.0 "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.