Looking for Jennifer

Looking for Jennifer

A young writer chases an older woman and chapters of his novel, around the world and the web.

I dropped my heavy load on the floor of my room. One holdall crammed indiscriminately with enough things to last me for the rest of my life. One dog-eared notebook companion with which to record any sparks of genius I may have during that time. One heavy heart lightened by her scent. The captivating essence of the woman pervaded my very soul. Her scent and two earrings on the dressing table. They felt warm, newly unscrewed from her delicate lobes. My heart raced once again at the thought that she was near. Flimsy curtains blew inwards on the occasional breath of air, tempting me with her presence on the balcony. I hesitated. Looking in the mirror, sweating, stinking of the chase. The bloody chase that she had led me on to catch her so easily on the scrunch of a piece of notepaper. Stepping on to the balcony, I held my breath and my heart stopped with it, like a cliff diver hitting the water.