Today on the way to work Paul sang Guantanamera using only two words – Guantanamera and tahila. Paul loves singing to me in the car. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you look at it, he very rarely knows more than three lines of any chorus which means every song is well and truly over before we reach the end of the block.
Then he’ll make up the rest of the chorus with whatever words come to mind. Sometimes he’ll pretend he’s crooning and mumble the words with a sultry look in his eyes. That’s when he reminds me of Sean Connery and makes my insides quiver.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
An all-purpose Spanish word used when attempting to remember the lyrics of ‘Guantanamera’.
A token of undying thrift.