Goofy, reckless and dorky. That's usually me.
Well I used to do ceramics in high school and I did a pretty good job but I'm pretty sure I just think that because...I did it. So I'm not really good at anything but I have this short story that I'll use as my art work. It's pretty much untitled.
You're walking down the street, minding your own business like everyone should- but doesn't- when suddenly you're thrown off track. He's walking towards you and for some reason, you forget how to walk straight. You try not to make it obvious that you are staring at him in all of his glory but he senses you and he looks up at you with eyes you could melt in. He smiles. You die. You don't know if you should smile back because then he'll think that you want him, but if you don't, you might lose the man of your shallow dreams. So you smile and is it a coincidence that you're both going in to the same store? You try to be as cool, calm and collected as your nervouse ass can be but with every step you take, you try to be seductive which results in clumsy. You bang your leg into the door as he pulls it open for you.
"Are you ok," he asks in the most heart breaking voice, lightly touching your wrist . You can only nod. You don't want to say, "Ouch! That sure hurt!" or "Yes, thank you," without your voice cracking or him smelling your cigarette breath because he might hate cigarettes and you wouldn't want to ruin your chances with a god.
You keep walking with a new sexy limp and as you look through the C.D. racks, you try yo watch him. Read his body. Feel the warmth on your wrist where he had touched you earlier. The second time you look up at him, he's walking towards you. You're in the L section and he was in B. You pick up Lily Allen and pretend to read the back of the C.D. Wow, she's from London. You wanna look up so bad but you have to keep cool. Just keep cool. Until he slides you his number on top of the C.D. You could collapse, there is a god! That is, until he walks right past you into his girlfriend's arms.
"Hey baby, blah blah blah." Kiss, kiss, hug, hug and a wink from him to you as he turns around and walks away with all of his sexiness, shattering your hopes of ever finding someone deserving and not to clingy.
The End.
Salutations
K
1 comment:
this story is well thought out, i really like it. the layers of thought involved cause the reader to have to look over the story a couple of times before its message is clear. i remember a few of us talking about it and some of the others read something different into it. the fact that he slipped the girl his number when he already had a girlfriend is kind of a downer, i like that :-)
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