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[ginny_t]

saoilsinn's list:
1. The tall guy who works at the Fluevog shop on Queen.
2. Vector.
3. English ivy outside of your window.

"Vector," Amy said. She looked quite adamant.

"Vector?" Becky asked.

"Vector."

"What's Vector?" Cathy asked, looking up from the fashion magazine she was flipping through.

"It's what the really tall guy at the Fluevog store said to the woman standing beside me." Amy looked like she'd just imparted the secrets of the universe.

"And you didn't think that maybe you shouldn't be eavesdropping on their conversation?" Deb asked, curling into a crouch at the foot of the sofa.

"He was standing right beside me!" Amy insisted. "I wasn't listening, I was looking at a delicious pair of boots, they were all the way up to here," she indicated with her hand just below the knee, "in a gorgeous deep green, so deep it was almost black. And there were laces! Tonnes and tonnes of laces!"

"I always get irritated by laces like that," Cathy mused. "I think it's much easier when there's a zipper."

"Zippers are cheating," Becky said firmly.

"Back to the boots," Amy said. "They had a little heel, and nice good treads. That's very important, considering Toronto winters."

"And then the tall guy said 'Vector'," Becky said.

"Yep, that was all he said. I looked up, because it sounded like he said it right in my ear, but he was talking to the woman beside me. He just said that, and went off to help someone else. Why doesn't anyone ever try to help me in the Fluevog store?"

"Maybe because they don't want to get drool on them," Deb said.

Amy scowled. "But they're wonderful shoes & boots!"

"Who was the woman?" Cathy asked, curious.

"I don't know, she looked foreign."

"Foreign?" Deb asked. "In the city of Toronto, you say someone looked foreign? We're quite possibly the most multicultural city in the world."

"She was looking around, like she was noticing all the details. And she had more style than you normally see in Toronto. Especially not on Queen west."

"Queen west is very stylish!" Becky insisted.

"Not like this. She was tall and slender, very graceful, and confident, like a runway model from Paris or Milan."

"Not Paris again," Becky grumbled.

"Yes, Paris again. She was like Audrey Hepburn in Charade. She even looked a little hunted, now that I think about it."

"Confident and hunted?" Deb asked.

"Yes, confident and hunted!" Amy insisted.

"I wonder what he meant," Cathy mused.

"Vector is mathematical, isn't it?" Becky said. "Something to do with direction? Maybe triangulation."

"A shoe salesman and a runway model embroiled in triangulation intrigue?" Deb asked, one eyebrow arched.

"Wasn't Vector a comic book character? I get a villain-ish feeling. Like X-Men or Spiderman..." Cathy said.

"That's Venom," Deb said. She rose and walked to the window. The day outside was clear, bright, and freezing.

"Oh."

There was a companionable silence, as the four women thought their own idle thoughts.

Suddenly, Cathy spoke: "There's going to be a war between the grays and the browns. The grays are overcrowded, and have already sent out advance scouts, looking for a new colony."

"What?" Becky asked.

"My hair. The gray is spreading."

Amy laughed. "We should watch Charade," she said. "Audrey Hepburn, Cary Grant, Paris. It's a triple threat of a whole different sort."

"Not Paris again," Becky grumbled.

"Do you think your ivy will do alright?" Deb asked. "It's been a very harsh winter. Do you think it'll survive?"

"I hope so," Becky said. "The building looks so nice covered in ivy all summer. And the cat uses it to get in."

"You know it damages the structure?" Amy said.

"I know," Becky replied. "But it enhances it at the same time. People think too much about function, not enough about form. There's too little beauty being created, and too much being torn down to make way for progress."

"I think I see a new leaf."

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Comments

[saoilsinn.livejournal.com]

Ah! Verrry nice.

Form follows function -- Frank Lloyd Wright. I think about that a lot when I look at architecture.

That was a great piece.
An an awesome writing excercise, I may have to borrow it ;)

[ginny-t.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you liked it! :-D Sorry it took so long.