Beaudewey Trost
Joined April 2021
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Uncle Ray
Ray sat in his recliner and failed repeatedly to read and retain a single sentence of the trade paperback he held in one hand. The book was unimpressive and he would quickly forget its details, but its primary purpose that night was a pretense of nonchalance. He had fidgeted with his leg placements, experimenting with one leg crossed over the other knee, then reverse, then both legs planted, and then fully reclined. At last he had settled on slouching deep into the back of the chair, extending his legs to near full length, and crossing his ankles. This position would – he reasoned – give him the opportunity to display physical surprise as they entered the condo and he adjusted to a more alert posture.
By Beaudewey Trost3 years ago in Filthy