She slinks across the bed and wraps herself around his legs,
purring, not yet content.
He strokes her face, traces her lips; she nips him,
playfully, and arches her back for him. She purrs in his ear; he feels warm
breath, hears her soft growl turn to dangerous hisses. His hackles rise but he
sees her fangs too late. With eyes blazing yellow, her caterwauling echoes
through the night.
Sad news recently, with the passing of screenwriter Nora Ephron, aged just 71, from pneumonia brought on by acute myeloid leukemia.
Queen of the RomCom, Nora's writing was always fresh and elegant yet also poignant and tear inducing - and laugh out loud funny. She had the ability to write beautiful characters you could sympathise and empathise with, whose ups and downs you could share, especially curled up on the sofa with a cup of tea and a packet of chocolate digestives.
Sleepless in Seattle is one of my all time favourites; it has me blubbing and cheering at the same time. Meg Ryan's engaged-but-not-sure-it's-the-right-thing-for-her character agonises over chasing Tom Hanks's widower, with them finally brought together by the actions of the motherless Jonah.
But it's one particular scene in her award winning script, When Harry Met Sally, her collaboration with director Rob Reiner, and again starring Meg Ryan, which contains the line she'll be forever remembered for: "I'll have what she's having ... "
What I (Matt, age 12, now not-so-littlun) wanted for my birthday:
1. A puppy. It's a given, isn't it, they always want a puppy. They've no interest in scooping the poop or walking in the dark early mornings, but still they want one.
2. A baby *eek* His friend across the road became an uncle recently and we've been able to rib him mercilessly about the cooing and the sheer awe in which he holds baby Evie. When he's holding her; it's worn off a bit now.
One customer grunted: "Fast food?" pointing disdainfully at a skinny piece of rump. The Server grabbed it by the hair and swung the bloody axe; the human girl's scream joined others as she fell, dismembered, from the hook.
The fire flared impatiently, anticipating the flesh to make its being worthwhile.
