Trembling With Bones

I first met him when I was only twenty-three. I was in the auto repair shop carrying a twig when he flounced in. He was wearing a camouflage leotard, which caught my attention right away. It really accentuated his foot, but I pretended not to notice.

I was about to set the twig down when he flounced beside me. I guess he startled me, and I clumsily dropped the twig right by his feet. We both bent over to pick it up. It was one of those awkward moments, and we both began to tremble.

After stumbling apologies, he asked me to go to the fabric store for a chamomile tea. I accepted, and our relationship took off from there. We didn't even know each other's names yet.

At the fabric store, I learned that his name was Bones, and that he was a bureaucrat. This was fascinating to me, coming from my career as a clown.

I guess it was love at first tremble. Some might say we had cans of soup in our eyes, but we felt we were perfect for each other. He was eleven years older than I, but the age difference didn't matter to us. Even today, we are still trembling for each other.