Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Here, But Not.

“Summers almost gone, ya know.” he told me. “Gee, thanks for reminding me.”
“How do you feel?” I thought about it for a second. “Good, not great,” I said it like I felt it. We sat outside on the front porch. What I wanted to tell him, was that it never really felt like summer was ever here. Sure the weather was hot, and the city was full of sundresses and freeze-pops but that feeling was never there for me. I pulled out a smoke from my front pocket and fired it up. Across the street pranced two young, cute girls. Long legs and their heads and shoulders draped in yellow and brown hair. I took a drag off the cherry-lit cigarette. “Those things will kill you, ya know.” he pointed at the tip of my cigarette. I took in another deep drag and said “THOSE things will kill you” as I pointed across the street at the passing girls. He smirked a bit and we both laughed until the moon and sun switched places.

Monday, August 23, 2010


"You're the kind of girl I write stories about" I told her. She sat across from me on the bus. Her eyes greenish blue like the earth. She carefully arched one eyebrow and smirked a bit. "Like me, huh?" her eyelashes fluttered.

I cleared my throat but never broke my glance. "You must say that to all the girls you meet.." she said as her eyes scanned the outside windows of the moving bus.

"Only the pretty ones." I looked over to her again. She smiled. She wore a blue sun dress that hugged her chest and hips. It blossomed down to her knees like a tulip. "So..what sort of story do I belong in?." she asked.

Our glances met again

"Hmmm” she sounded. She ran her hands threw her oak brown hair. Twisted it with her fingers. Something straight out of one of my pages.

“Let me tell you all about it..” I told her.