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Then Maisie\u2019s eyes catch his. Finally. A small parting of white becomes apparent between her burgundy lips as she surveys him too, the gap in her teeth showing \u2026 and smiles. Sweat is gathering at Charlie\u2019s shirt collar, and he wipes at the threads with his left hand. He sits up straight as she approaches. She\u2019s before him now. He has to say something. He opens his mouth. Tongue, resurrect yourself. \u2018Hey,\u2019 he says. It\u2019s embarrassed and guilty. \u2018Hey.\u2019 It\u2019s sensual and knowing. She goes for the hug, and he awkwardly wraps his arm around her back from the stool, scraping bare skin.<\/p>\n

She\u2019s stepped so casually into the triangle made by his legs from the ledge of the stool. He decides not to make anything of the familiarity. He hands her the drinks menu. \u2018I\u2019m glad you came, Maisie,\u2019 he manages. Because he could see from that one look, from across the bar, she hasn\u2019t forgotten anything.<\/p>\n

The intimacy is unchanged. OceanofPDF.com He\u2019s changed. And he hasn\u2019t changed. The years have left indelible marks on his body, some creases on his skin and shadows under his eyes, but the feeling of him is so familiar to Maisie. Charlie still fits with her air. And yet, there is an emptiness between them too. A void of long-ago intimacy. She sees them try to fill it throughout the night.<\/p>\n

When he went to hug her, he placed his hand in the small of her back. It\u2019s a space that as strangers they shouldn\u2019t go, and yet she liked the familiar warmth of his palm against her bare skin. When he first greeted her, he said Maisie, but he\u2019s now started calling her M&M again.<\/p>\n

They\u2019re all small moments but they recall what once was. What was once as easy as breathing for them. Charlie still wears his hair long, but it\u2019s more tame in his mid-twenties. His earring has changed to a small ring. In fact, his style has changed too \u2013 more suited businessman than patterned arts student.<\/p>\n

He asks if she\u2019d like a pinot gris and she tells him she\u2019s mature now. She\u2019s a shiraz woman. He orders them a bottle. They drink more wine. Her cheeks get warmer. So does the conversation. She asks about his work. He asks about her mum, and she tells him about Genevieve\u2019s cancer. They talk about her housemate, Bindi. What life in Sydney is like. \u2018How does Elodie feel about you meeting me here tonight?\u2019 she finally asks. Charlie looks down sheepishly. A beat.<\/p>\n

\u2018I never told her it was you.\u2019 A beat. \u2018Sometimes things are better left unsaid.\u2019 He nods, as if to say, Of course you\u2019d say that. She nods to say, You know me best. It\u2019s at that moment the void of unfilled intimacy overflows. It\u2019s a fountain of memories and words and feelings. They\u2019re a portrait of negative space \u2013 the pathways that were once open to them. And perhaps, still are.<\/p>\n

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Emily Lighezzolo has worked in Australian publishing for nearly a decade. Life Drawing won the Glendower Award for an Emerging Queensland Writer at the Queensland Literary Awards and is her first book. She lives Magandjin\/Brisbane. Book club notes are available at uqp.com.au. OceanofPDF.com OceanofPDF.com Dedicated to a woman\u2019s naked self. OceanofPDF.com Part 1 THE BREASTS OceanofPDF.com 1 Charlie\u2019s pencil curves inwards on the page to shape the life model\u2019s breast.<\/p>\n

The strokes go back and forth, following the swell of skin there, darkening the shadows underneath, then stopping so he can circle the nipple. It is beautiful. She is beautiful. But he doesn\u2019t want to think about the model\u2019s breast sexually, just as asymmetry he is trying to capture on paper. He folds his left leg over his right knee, glad he can trap his unwanted desire in skinny jeans.<\/p>\n

Charlie keeps sketching, trying to imagine the life model only as lines, angles and shadows. Her naked body a mere shape his pencil must follow. The model\u2019s hands are crossed behind the rise of her buttocks and her eyes are on the ceiling in her current five-minute pose, and just as well \u2013 he\u2019d hate to see himself mirrored in their speculation.<\/p>\n

Or recognition. He takes a sip of beer, if only to avert his eyes. Charlie knows the model. Well, sort of. She\u2019d sat at the back of the small lecture theatre in the only O-Week session he\u2019d signed up for: speed friending. He\u2019d figured, seeing as he only had a year left of his Bachelor of Arts, he could manage without all the intro-to-research and how-to-use-the- library sessions. Uni in Brisbane couldn\u2019t be that different from uni in Townsville. When they\u2019d been paired up by the session organiser, she\u2019d looked so absorbed, as if he\u2019d actually had something important to say in their allotted three minutes.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d only talked briefly across the fold-out table, but he knows her. He noticed her. It feels like an invasion of privacy that he\u2019s ever seen her fully clothed before. That another version of her exists outside of this bar. Usually, he doesn\u2019t know the model at these weekly sessions at the Moustached Lady \u2013 a bar and occasional life-drawing studio in the backstreets of Brisbane.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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