⠀ CAROLINE MCPHERSON
⠀ SINGER, DANCER, COURIER SIX.
“fuck, you’re right.”
arms cross over her chest instead, releasing the skirt.
“you want me to mess up my hair?”
Well, freedom to speak one's mind did come with ramifications, if exercised too freely. She sighs and slows her pace, barely.
"You're going to cut your foot on a rock."
a huff, skirt pulled up above her knees so that she can walk a bit faster.
“fuck, you’re right.”
arms cross over her chest instead, releasing the skirt.
“you want me to mess up my hair?”
a huff, skirt pulled up above her knees so that she can walk a bit faster.
She's still walking by. Trying to get used to the open air of daylight.
It's a process. Trust the process.
“what did you just say t’me?” she shouts back.
a huff, skirt pulled up above her knees so that she can walk a bit faster.
“what did you just say t’me?” she shouts back.
"If you walk to the bottom, I'm sure you won't hear anything."
Well. Less idle, when she's shouting to someone far from the shore.
[ long pause. then, kicking her boots off. into the lake she goes, and good god, is it cold. she endures. ]
this sure is lake water.
“what did you just say t’me?” she shouts back.
[ long pause. then, kicking her boots off. into the lake she goes, and good god, is it cold. she endures. ]
this sure is lake water.
(It's not long before they're there.)
Well. Go ahead, I guess?
sun might hit it.
[ long pause. then, kicking her boots off. into the lake she goes, and good god, is it cold. she endures. ]
this sure is lake water.
sun might hit it.
you think the water will be horrible and cold?
sun might hit it.
you think the water will be horrible and cold?
wanna walk with me, then?
you think the water will be horrible and cold?
wanna walk with me, then?
[ pause. dunking her head again. ]
really? fuck, this isn’t working.
wanna walk with me, then?
[ pause. dunking her head again. ]
really? fuck, this isn’t working.
(Leaning on the wall, watching)
Think I still hear them.
[ dunking her head in the comedically large bowl of water that she keeps for this exact reason. ]
the ones talking about grinding. or were, i guess.
[ pause. dunking her head again. ]
really? fuck, this isn’t working.
[ dunking her head in the comedically large bowl of water that she keeps for this exact reason. ]
the ones talking about grinding. or were, i guess.
Oh, is that what you're doing? Which ones?
[ just . . . peeling them off. keeping them in her hand. the other hand pulls her hair back. ]
all this to not hear men talk . . .
[ dunking her head in the comedically large bowl of water that she keeps for this exact reason. ]
the ones talking about grinding. or were, i guess.
[ just . . . peeling them off. keeping them in her hand. the other hand pulls her hair back. ]
all this to not hear men talk . . .
(She holds out her hand)
if i take my lashes off, could you hold them for one second? i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.
[ just . . . peeling them off. keeping them in her hand. the other hand pulls her hair back. ]
all this to not hear men talk . . .
if i take my lashes off, could you hold them for one second? i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.
if i take my lashes off, could you hold them for one second? i’m sorry, i’m so sorry.