The Return of Tink
Tink re-appeared today. I hadn't seen or heard from her in over 9 years. She looks the same though, only hinting at her age by how quickly she fills the ashtray with pinched and crushed cigarette butts.
Our roles reversed, as before I was always the one passing through, spending a night or two in her lovely disaster of a Parkdale flat. That Westside neighborhood has gentrified almost beyond recognition and we’re at my place now, were she’s come for temporary harbor.
I recall lazy days spent lounging in bed, her piece-of-shit stereo dragged up to the headboard for easy access, practically force-feeding her the most obscure Japanese noise bands and Krautrock, with 6 years on me, she’d sway to the ebb and flow of my enthusiasm. I think back to her excitedly coaching me in the ways of pussy licking. How embarrassed I was, sliding my wet face up along her stomach to rest my aching jaw, getting lost in the constellations of freckles that unfold between her beautiful breasts.
I’m wondering what’s brought her back, when she hands me a piece of paper from The Correctional Service of Canada. She butts out a cigarette after using it to light a new one.
She’s heading east, up from her new life in Huntington Beach, California. Her father is locked up in Dorchester, New Brunswick - an honest to goodness axe murderer. He gets out on Thursday and has sent for Tinkerbelle to pick him up.
The Return of Tink
Tink re-appeared today. I hadn't seen or heard from her in over 9 years. She looks the same though, only hinting at her age by how quickly she fills the ashtray with pinched and crushed cigarette butts.
Our roles reversed, as before I was always the one passing through, spending a night or two in her lovely disaster of a Parkdale flat. That Westside neighborhood has gentrified almost beyond recognition and we’re at my place now, were she’s come for temporary harbor.
I recall lazy days spent lounging in bed, her piece-of-shit stereo dragged up to the headboard for easy access, practically force-feeding her the most obscure Japanese noise bands and Krautrock, with 6 years on me, she’d sway to the ebb and flow of my enthusiasm. I think back to her excitedly coaching me in the ways of pussy licking. How embarrassed I was, sliding my wet face up along her stomach to rest my aching jaw, getting lost in the constellations of freckles that unfold between her beautiful breasts.
I’m wondering what’s brought her back, when she hands me a piece of paper from The Correctional Service of Canada. She butts out a cigarette after using it to light a new one.
She’s heading east, up from her new life in Huntington Beach, California. Her father is locked up in Dorchester, New Brunswick - an honest to goodness axe murderer. He gets out on Thursday and has sent for Tinkerbelle to pick him up.
Tink re-appeared today. I hadn't seen or heard from her in over 9 years. She looks the same though, only hinting at her age by how quickly she fills the ashtray with pinched and crushed cigarette butts.
Our roles reversed, as before I was always the one passing through, spending a night or two in her lovely disaster of a Parkdale flat. That Westside neighborhood has gentrified almost beyond recognition and we’re at my place now, were she’s come for temporary harbor.
I recall lazy days spent lounging in bed, her piece-of-shit stereo dragged up to the headboard for easy access, practically force-feeding her the most obscure Japanese noise bands and Krautrock, with 6 years on me, she’d sway to the ebb and flow of my enthusiasm. I think back to her excitedly coaching me in the ways of pussy licking. How embarrassed I was, sliding my wet face up along her stomach to rest my aching jaw, getting lost in the constellations of freckles that unfold between her beautiful breasts.
I’m wondering what’s brought her back, when she hands me a piece of paper from The Correctional Service of Canada. She butts out a cigarette after using it to light a new one.
She’s heading east, up from her new life in Huntington Beach, California. Her father is locked up in Dorchester, New Brunswick - an honest to goodness axe murderer. He gets out on Thursday and has sent for Tinkerbelle to pick him up.