Today's prompt is also short, but I still like it. I like it a lot. As you could probably guess from the title, our prompt was on water. I am in the middle of writing this story (yes, I do in fact know that I say that a lot.... but it is always true. As a writer I have multiple stories going on at all times...some of them just are more in the front of my brain than others.) It got pushed to the rear burner for awhile, but this prompt came up and brought it forward. Enjoy.
Prompt: Water.....You can write about drinking water, a story from water's point of view, a story with water in it, what water means to you, the functions of water, it doesn't matter, just have water in it somehow. She watched as the water grew fingers and crawled toward land. The water stretched out as far as the eye could see, greeting a far off mountain as it followed on by. She watched as a man walked right to the middle of the lake, seeming to walk on the water itself. Even the worst swimmer in the world couldn’t sink in this lake. Unlike all other bodies of water that would pull you down at the first sign of weakness, this lake would hold you up and cradle you in its loving arms. Once you got passed the smell of rotting fish and the billions of tiny gnats flying around, it was such a wonderful place. It was known enough not to be lonely, but secluded enough that you could still find solitude if that was your desire. The sun was shining, the birds chirped up a head. The water was lapping gently against her feet. She didn’t want to leave, but she didn’t have a choice. This is a scene from a story I'm writing. It is inspired by a sight I saw when my mom, her husband, and I went to the Great Salt Lake in Utah. Hope you enjoy reading it.
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This is a weird kind of way of writing.....but I kind of like it. Actually, I really like it. It's very conversational, I think. I find the narrator funny, or at least sassy, or something..... She's fun, much more so than I am. :)
Prompt: Running I’m going to die. That’s all there is to it. I can’t breathe. My lung are on fire, almost literally. My legs feel like they are going to cave in on me at any second and I am going to throw up, that is, if my coughing fit will allow me enough time to get anything out. Why did I ever let myself get talked into this? Oh, yeah. I had to do it. It’s for credit….Boy I hate school. Why do they have to have PE? Isn’t school humiliating enough? Why do you have to add exercising in front of people to the list? Cause that isn’t embarrassment central. I think it’s worse because our teacher refuses to do it with us. Oh, he’ll tell us how he did it, and his work, but he won’t actually do it in front of, with us. I’m one of those people who if you are going to force me to do this, you should be doing it as well, not sitting there watching us suffer….You better be suffering with us, at least earn yourself some respect. Anyway, I digress. Running. That’s our topic. As you could probably tell, I’m not a big fan of running. I’m not much into exercising in general, but of all the exercises I hate, I think I hate running the most. Oh, I know. I’ve heard all the stories about how once you get into it you forget you’re running, or that you’ll get a second wind in just a minute, it’s fun….. Lies…..all of it….pure lies told to keep you doing the torture. They tell me that if I keep at it, I’ll learn to love it….Yeah, not going to happen. I laughed in their faces. Oh gosh, I really am going to die. I almost literally can’t breathe. It hurts. You shouldn’t do things that make it hurt to breathe. That’s just against all kind of….everything….. It’s not natural. It’s not normal. It’s wrong, pure and simple. Oh, I feel terrible. I can’t see why people do this for fun. My lungs are burning, there’s an odd sensation in all my limbs and they are trembling uncontrollably, I need to cough, but I don’t have enough air to cough, which only makes me want to cough more, I want to vomit. I want to pass out. Already I can see the edges of my vision going black….maybe I will pass out. I wonder what would happen if I did that…..Maybe the school district would realize what a hazardous thing this was, and tell them to stop making kids run…..Yeah, I know, I told a joke……. Still, I think I will pass out. I’ll pass out right here, and not move for the next twenty years. That sounds like a good idea to me……Good ni……Blissful darkness wraps around me, it’s so welcoming and I stop fighting it. What are your thoughts of running? Do you like it? Are you one of the people who runs for fun? Who thinks everyone should run? or are you like the narrator and me? Do you hate, absolutely despise running? I'd love to hear from you, to get to know the people who are actually reading this....unless no one is, and I'm simply talking to myself....which is cool too, I guess.......(sadly sings "Is anybody out there? Does anybody care?) (Sniff, Sniff) Today's prompt is short too, not in a bad way though. Sometimes short is good, as I hope this one is. You be the judge though.
Prompt: You are a child’s imaginary friend and she’s growing up. Dear Diary, The day is coming. I can feel it. Sariah is coming to see me less and less often. Soon she won’t come to me at all any more. I hate this part. I think it’s worse than the actual end. I feel like I’m being dragged along, left hanging, not knowing when she’s going to just up and leave for good. We have had some great times together. We went through her firsts together. First steps, first words, first days of school, everything. I’ll be sad to see this come to an end. There are no words to describe my sorrow. My life is crumbling apart around me. What am I to do? Sometimes diaries are the best place to put down thoughts and work things out. That's why I chose a diary prompt for today. Thanks for reading. I would love to hear from you. I'm starting to feel like that imaginary friend that's being left behind as the child grows older and is no longer needed, and is brushed aside and forgotten. :P Today's prompt reminded me of Pirates of the Caribbean. I didn't go in that direction, though. I guess I kind of froze on this one. I had a lot of high hopes for this one, but it just didn't come out. I have no idea why, though, and I'm sorry about that. Tomorrow's prompt will hopefully be better.
Prompt: “I’m not sure they should be doing that.” “This is going to be epic!” Carl shouted as the three men rushed down the hill. “It’s going to be better than epic!” Jeffrey shouted back. “Less talking, more action!” Michael yelled back at the two other boys. The guys raced down and towards the water, shouting and yelling in their excitement. Three girls followed more slowly. The girls simply looked at each other. “I’m not sure they should be doing that,” Lara said. “Neither do I,” Cara said. “Oh, I’m positive that they shouldn’t be doing that,” Michelle said, “It’s old man Jenkins lake, and I’ve heard that he has crocodiles infesting it.” “Oh, I’m sure that isn’t true, but still don’t think they should be doing that.” The girls had just reached the edge of the lake when they heard old man Jenkins begin to shout and yell. It wasn’t too long before they saw him running down the hill, waving his hands furiously. “Get out! Get out now!” he yelled at the three boys, “Get off my property!” “We are so sorry,” Michelle said nervously, “We’ll leave.” The boys came up to the girls nonchalantly, each throwing their arm around one of the girls’ shoulders. Without another word, or even a glance at old man Jenkins, they strolled off the property. Thank you for reading. Sorry about how short it was, and how not very good it was. To the left is today's picture prompt. I usually find it easier to write a story if a character comes in first, rather than an idea. Also, seeing a picture is also really helpful in helping me find a story, so I really like picture prompts. Kevin’s face was set in a grim line. He ran his fingers halfheartedly through his hair. He was trying to get up the energy to go upstairs to where Skye had been actively avoiding him since he had come over to relieve Lucy an hour ago. He ran his fingers once through his hair before pushing himself reluctantly off of the couch and headed up the stairs. “I’m not hungry,” Skye called out at the sound of the door knocking. “That’s not why I’m here,” Kevin said, pushing open the door slightly and standing in the doorway. “What is it?” Skye asked, using her finger to bookmark the book she was in the middle of reading. “I...um,” Kevin walked in, shutting the door behind him, “I have something I need to tell you.” Skye raised her eyebrows in a questioning glance, but didn’t say a word. “Well see,” Kevin strode across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. Skye’s curiosity was stronger than her desire to be as far apart from Kevin as possible, and she allowed him to stay put. “The thing is,” Kevin could feel the emotion bubble up inside of him, and he tried to tamp it down. Ryan had been like a sister to him, and now she was gone. It was like he was losing another sister, only this time, she was gone, dead, and he would never see her again. “What is it?” Skye asked, her frustration at how slow the news was coming was evident. “It’s….Ryan.” “Ryan?” Skye sat up straighter, and grabbed Kevin’s hand instinctively, “What happened? Is she ok? Is she hurt?” “She’s….” Kevin looked down at Skye’s hand holding his, and he began to stroke it lightly with his thumb, “She’s dead,” he choked out the word, “I am so sorry.” “What?” Skye cried, jerking her hand away from Kevin in her surprise, “No! They just think she’s dead, but she’ll be coming home soon, right?” “No,” Kevin shook his head slightly. He knew exactly what Skye was feeling. He felt the same way when he found out that Ryan had died. It was the same feeling he had felt when his sister had been found at the bottom of a ditch and they didn’t know if she was going to pull through or not. “No!” Skye shook her head, “No! She can’t be dead. I can’t lose her. I can’t. Not another one!” tears came streaming down her face as she sobbed her heart out, “She’s my friend. I can’t lose her too. I just can’t.” “I know, mo chroi a stor,” Kevin said softly, it was a term he had used while the two of them had been dating, he had thought of it when he had learned how much she loved Scotland. He now knew that her names, Iona Skye, had lent a helping hand in giving her that desire for anything Scottish. With a name like that, it was only fitting that she had a Scottish pet name from him. “Ryan,” Skye put her hand over her mouth, before gliding them up so they covered her face, as if she couldn’t see Kevin, he couldn’t see her either. Kevin moved forward on the bed and reached over and wrapped his arms around her, letting her sob into her chest. He stroked her hair softly, murmuring softly into her hair as he did so. He held her to his chest until her heaving sobs relented and she fell into a troubled, depressed sleep that took her away from the full brunt of the pain she was feeling. So, this story, I will admit, was cheating a little. I had already had this scene playing out in my head when I saw this picture, and it just seemed so perfect for the moment, so I was like, 'Hey, I'll use that for today's prompt!!! Hope you enjoyed it. As always, thank you for reading, and for sticking with me and this blog. I really do appreciate it. (So does Torri, even though her life has been crazy as of late and she hasn't been able to get to the prompts, and you probably won't be hearing from her again for about a year and a half.) A life is full of firsts. There are first words, first steps, first time eating, days of school, dates, kisses, jobs, etc. There are so many firsts that it is difficult to name all of them in one sitting. Sometimes they fly by so fast that you don’t even realize that they had passed until it’s too late. This is the subject of this prompt. I have, for my first, decided to talk about a first taste of food.
Prompt: Write about a first. For example: the first word, first performance, first kiss, first kill. It was time. He was finally old enough. He was holding himself up and ready to start getting real food into his stomach, instead of just milk. He didn’t seem to care about this great mile marker in his life. He was oblivious to the excitement of his family as they gathered around his chair. His mom mixed up the cereal with the milk, making sure it was the consistency that it needed to be so that he could eat it without choking on it. His mom spooned the cereal into his mouth. As the food entered his mouth he pulled a face. It was a face of someone not quite sure of what was going on, or why this weird thing called a spoon was being forced into his mouth in such a manner. What on earth was going on? He wasn’t quite sure he liked what the adults in his life were doing to him. It was an interesting experience, and he wasn’t quite sure he liked it. Maybe this would just be a one off, and they would never do that to him again. It was the first of many, many different meals he would sample in his life. It was the only thing that came to mind. I have been lucky enough to be there when my nephews all tried their first meal. It's a fun time. They each have their unique ideas of what is going on, and they make different faces to make them match. What is a first that sticks out to you? Another get to know your blogger. :) Hope you don't mind.
Prompt: Describe your dream house. Where is it located? How many bedrooms? Is there a swing set in the backyard or a motorcycle? The more details, the better. We all have dreams when we grow up. We imagine what our job will be. Who the person we will marry will be. What they will look like. Our wedding day, our children. Our lives are filled with different imaginings. One of those imaginings are houses. We all have dreams of what our dream house would be. This is my idea of what the dream house would be. I don’t have a specific place in where my dream house is located. Probably in a nice cul-de-sac, or a street where the neighbors are friendly and close to each other. Get together on weekends for bbq’s, kids running in and out of each other’s houses without any fear, kind of thing. Other than that, my dream house doesn’t have an address or even a specific address. My house isn’t too large, but it isn’t a shoe box either. It’s a nice little cottage type of house with a red door and shutters on the window. There is a stone pathway leading from the sidewalk to the front door, with flowers lining the path. There is a maple tree in the front yard with a tire swing hanging from one of its limbs. On the porch there is a swinging bench where my spouse and I can watch the sunset. A white picket fence goes around my property. The back yard is a paradise. There is a sandbox, swing set, and water toys in which the kids can play with, all under a canopy of trees to keep them cool even in the heat of the day. In one corner there is a romantic garden, with a gazebo in the middle of it that holds a couple swing, where you sit looking at each other. It almost has a forest-y type of quality, where a children can indulge in their imaginations and be Peter Pan, but is just as amazing for the adults as well. Inside there are 3 bedrooms, each decorated in the respective interests of those who inhabit them. When you walk in there is a special room that holds a baby grand piano, and only a baby grand piano. The living room is a nice place in which the family can get together and hang out with each other as we enjoy each other’s company. The dining room has all the modern conveniences. There is a library filled with floor to ceiling bookcases, and a bay window with a window seat in which a person can curl up and read, and a fireplace with a comfortable armchair in which you can read while enjoying the warmth of the fireplace. There is also a study where the computer and TV are held, in which a person can do all the work they need. The whole house is set with mahogany wood. Now you tell me. What is your dream house? Where is it located? What does it look like? I'd love to hear all about it. Feel free to comment, email, or Facebook me. As you read a story, aren't there times when you're like....wait no, that's totally not how this scene is supposed to go. They should have done this, or that, or what if they tried this instead. It's normal. We all have ideas, and it comes as a shock to us when those aren't shared. This prompt allows us to choose a scene that didn't play out like we thought it should, and change it, or even just use your own words to describe the scene. For me, I chose simply to change a few things.
(Background: Paige used to be a CIA agent, who is now living in a sleepy town in Oklahoma, working as a librarian. One of her coworkers, is now trying to run for office.) Prompt: Steal! Pick a scene from any book and rewrite it as your own The original: The footage ended and flashed back to the newscaster, who kept her face rigid. “Since this announcement, sources have learned that the woman, whose name is Mikaela Olsson, is living in Split Creek under the assumed name of Paige Rogers. She is the local librarian, where Keary donated computers for the town’s youth.” A recent photo of Paige filled the upper right-hand corner of the TV screen. Paige tasted the acid of devastation. She stared at the TV while uncomfortable silence hovered around her. She refused to look at Miles. His players and friends had heard every word. How embarrassing for him. Anger and the anguish of disappointment rooted in her heart. This had not been one of the scenarios that she had Palmer had discussed. Her cell rang again, and she knew the caller without answering. Paige quietly turned and left the room. She grabbed her purse from the kitchen and hurried down the hallway. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floors, keeping pace with her heartbeat. The smells of food sickened her. The only sounds were the TV in the background and her incessant cell phone. It stopped ringing the moment her hands turned the doorknob. A few seconds later, it began ringing again. Miles touched her arm, but she shook her head and gestured him to back off. She stepped outside and closed the door behind her before answering the phone. “What did you think of the evening new?” Paige reclaimed her true identity- that of an operative on a mission. She knew the script, “Keary, what do you want form me? You’ve killed my friends and threatened those I love.” “I’m not finished with you yet.” “What do you want from me? I’ve never understood why you thought I’d get in your way. If that was the case, why didn’t I expose you when you announced your candidacy?” “Lying doesn’t become you, and playing innocent is not your style. I should have gotten rid of you after that business in Africa, but your demise would have raised doubts about my integrity.” “Integrity? You don’t know the meaning of the word.” “I want it to end.” In truth, she wanted him dead. “Let the voters decide the election.” “When were you planning to tell me about Nathan?” Panic attempted to worm its way through her control. “Who is Nathan?” “Doesn’t’ matter.” He chuckled. “Think about this: if I can eliminate Rosa and Gonsalvo and Zuriel in a matter of a few hours, then I can locate my son.” Mine: The footage ended and flashed back to the newscaster, who kept her face rigid. “Since this announcement, sources have learned that the woman, whose name is Mikaela Olsson, is living in Split Creek under the assumed name of Paige Rogers. She is the local librarian, where Keary donated computers for the town’s youth.” A recent photo of Paige filled the upper right-hand corner of the TV screen. Paige tasted the acid of devastation. She stared at the TV while uncomfortable silence hovered around her. She refused to look at Miles. His players and friends had heard every word. How embarrassing for him. Anger and the anguish of disappointment rooted in her heart. This had not been one of the scenarios that she had Palmer had discussed. Her cell rang again, and she knew the caller without answering. The whole room held its breath as it waited for Paige to decide what to do. Would she answer her cellphone? Would she leave? What had the news been about? Who was she really? Someone, probably Miles, had turned off the TV, leaving the only noise to come from Paige’s cellphone. She answered it, and within the same movement, turned it on record and speaker phone. “What did you think of the evening new?” Paige reclaimed her true identity- that of an operative on a mission. She knew the script, “Keary, what do you want form me? You’ve killed my friends and threatened those I love.” “I’m not finished with you yet.” “What do you want from me? I’ve never understood why you thought I’d get in your way. If that was the case, why didn’t I expose you when you announced your candidacy?” “Lying doesn’t become you, and playing innocent is not your style. I should have gotten rid of you after that business in Africa, but your demise would have raised doubts about my integrity.” “Integrity? You don’t know the meaning of the word.” “I want it to end.” In truth, she wanted him dead. “Let the voters decide the election.” “When were you planning to tell me about Nathan?” Panic attempted to worm its way through her control. “Who is Nathan?” “Doesn’t’ matter.” He chuckled. “Think about this: if I can eliminate Rosa and Gonsalvo and Zuriel in a matter of a few hours, then I can locate my son.” I had a lot of scene I could have picked from. I like recreating a different way to go with stories, even if I usually think the writer's choice is the better way to go. It all boiled down to two choices. A scene in Pivot Point, and a scene in Breach of Trust. Since I don't own Pivot Point, and I didn't want to go search for it. I chose Breach of Trust. Thanks for reading! The picture above is the prompt. I saw this picture and the first thing that popped into my head was a story that I had written long, long ago, called Corruption. I guess I did use some creative license with it. The picture shows more of a same aged couple, while my couple is a father and daughter on the roof, but still...it works.
Roxanne woke up as the sun started poking its head up from the dew covered ground. Silently she got up and left the room. She made her way carefully down the stairs and out of the village. She walked once more to her private place to think. Although still early the day promised to be a beautiful one. She looked at the world around her as she took her seat on the boulder. The view was breath taking. The rising sun cast yellows, oranges, and pinks into the sky. The grass glistened like diamonds gently kissed each blade of grass. The water whispered lovingly as the suns rays cast a yellow glow over it. At that point and at that place nothing mattered. Life was at a standstill as it welcomed the sun once more. Slowly the sun came to its spot in the sky, and the air was filled with the musical sound of birds chirping, welcoming the new day. The air was fresh and clean. The world seemed to have been made new during the night. All was right in the world, and it couldn’t get better than this. Without realizing it, Roxanne let herself drift into space. It took her back to a time long gone by. She was a little girl sitting on the roof watching the sun rise with her father, lie she did every so often. She loved that precious time with her father. It was a time when she really got one on one time with him. It was their special place and time. Nothing else mattered but being with her father as they watched the sun rise. All too soon those days were over. Her father stopped coming up to the roof with her. She started being left of fend for herself more and more often. Her parents’ minds were on the new baby that was on its way, leaving no room for her. It was after the baby was born, though, that life as she knew it really collapsed. They baby got sick soon after it was born and ended up dying. Her parents started arguing all the time and she was pushed to the way side, hardly, if ever though about. “Sorry to interrupt,” Silver’s voice said, breaking into her thoughts. “What do you want?” she asked, turning around. “Look into my eyes.” “No,” she turned her head and closed her eyes. “You can’t resist me.” “Leave me alone, just go away,” she jumped up and ran toward the village. Silver grinned. Thought she could run away from him did she? Well, she’d have another think coming. With an evil chuckle he started after her. She didn’t get too far before he caught up with her and grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop. He turned her around to look at him, taking a firm grip on both her arms. She stared at the ground refusing to look him in the eye. She didn’t know what he would do , and she sure didn’t want to find out. “Look at me!” he shouted, as he shook her. “No,” she said defiantly. “You will look at me,” his voice rang with soft authority. Roxanne could feel herself look up against her will. She fought against it with everything she had. His powers were to strong, and her head come up, she closed her eyes, hoping to fight off Silver. “That won’t stop me. If I can make your head come up I can also make you open your eyes.” “Leave me alone,” she whispered, trying to wiggle out of Silver’s grasp. “Never,” he said, adjusting his grip, from her arms to her wrists. “What do you want from me?” she asked, her eyes burning from fighting to keep her eyes closed. “Your help. Come back to us. Continue with our training,” he whispered almost gently as he brushed her cheek. “No, all you’ve ever done is lie. Go away,” she fought to break his grip, but he was too strong. Suddenly she felt a stab of pain in her arm. She could feel herself go limp, and couldn’t move. She could feel herself starting to float into the air. She was feeling dizzy and slightly sick. Beneath her she could hear Silver laughing. What was he doing to her? I really enjoyed going back to the past and rereading the things I had written on that story, and see some things I had forgotten, it felt really really good. Today's prompt I guess you can say I got a little lazy. I used something that I had already written. It is part of a story that Torri, our friend Shaylei, and I am writing together. Still, it seemed to fit, and I've been in this story kick for awhile now, and it was the only thing I could think of to work.
Prompt: The new arrival was somehow familiar. It seemed like the whole office was a buzz with the fact that Kevin had gotten suckered into going on a double date with Henry. Geoffrey, at least, was having a hayday with this fact, and hadn’t let up all day. “It’s time!” Geoffrey said with a smile, “You’re a schmuck.” “It’s better than being a fubsy foodle,” Kevin said, swatting at Geoffrey as one would an insect. “Hey, I’m not the one who got suckered into Henry’s scheme.” Henry walked up at that moment, looking much classier in a three piece suit, his hair nicely combed and smelling faintly of aftershave. “Not a date, huh?” Kevin said, “That’s quite the get up for a nondate. Not going to do that,” Kevin gestured toward Henry’s get up. Henry glanced at Geoffrey; that was all the motive he needed. With hardly a blink, Geoffrey whipped a plastic combo out of his inside pocket and handed it to Kevin. He took it without a word and ran it through his hair, glancing at the two of them for approval before returning it to Geoffrey’s waiting hand. “Go get ‘em,” Geoffrey couldn’t hold back the laughter that ripped through him as the two of them left the office. “Hello Henry,” Ryan smiled as they walked to the table. “Hi Jess,” Henry stood up and walked over to them, “This is my friend Kevin,” he gestured toward Kevin who was standing next to him. Skye let out a slight gasp at the sight of Kevin. When the three of them gave her odd looks, she tried to change it to a sneeze, only to fail epically and began to cough instead, causing a bigger scene than if she had just left it at a gasp. “Are you alright?” Kevin asked, staring at her with concern as he reached for a glass of water. “Yeah,” Skye croaked, gratefully accepting the glass, “I’m fine.” “This here is my friend Liberty,” Ryan jumped in, trying to recover from whatever Skye had just done. “Libby, please,” Skye smiled, handing the glass back to Kevin. “Sorry, she’s a little culture shocked at the moment,” Ryan apologized. The guys nodded understandingly and helped the women to their seats. The four of them chatted pleasantly for a little while as they looked over the menus. Once they had ordered their meal Ryan asked to be excused in order to wash up before their meals arrived. “Libby, why don’t you join me?” Ryan asked pointedly as she stood. “Sure,” Skye said, with a smile towards the guys she stood and followed Ryan to the bathroom. Ryan stormed in first and made a quick assessment of the bathroom. Finding themselves alone she pushed the garbage can in front of the door in order to keep people out so that they could have a private conversation. Skye leaned against the sink, her arms crossed over her chest in anticipation of what was about to come. Ryan could be volatile when angered. “What on earth was that?” Ryan asked in a stage whisper. “What?” Skye threw her hands up in innocence only to cross them again at Ryan’s glare. “That gasping coughing episode back there. You could have ruined my first battleship job!” “But I didn’t. Everything’s fine. People cough all the time, it’s not a big deal,” Skye said. “Yeah, well if you had seen those looks, you would have realized how much of a moron you made of yourself and if it hadn’t been for my brilliant thinking things could have become a disaster. Now I’ll ask again, what on earth was that?” “I recognized that man,” Skye said, deciding that now as not the time to get into Ryan’s comments. “Henry?” Yeah, you were there when we met,” Ryan said, sarcasm oozing from her voice. “No, not Henry,” Skye said, rolling her eyes, “His friend, Kevin.” “What?” “Kevin. I recognize him. When we got kidnapped Kevin was there. He was the one who helped up escape from the house. He was the one who got us to Las Vegas.” “Yeah right. It’s not the same guy. It can’t be the same guy. You’re just imagining things. So you need to stop right now and get your butt in gear so that you don’t ruin my operation. Now move it, and don’t forget, you are British!!” Ryan pushed the garbage can away from the door, sending it crashing to the ground and scattering the garbage all over the floor. Skye took a minute to throw it into the garbage can and followed Ryan back to the table where the boys were waiting patiently. By the time she arrived at the table, their meals were already on the table, ready to be eaten. While the others dug into their food, Skye did more playing with it than actually putting anything in her mouth. By the end of the meal, Skye had managed to push her food around the plate just enough to look like she had eaten more food than she actually had. “You ready?” Kevin asked, glancing down at her plate, obviously not convinced she had eaten enough to merit the dinner. “Of course we’re ready,” Ryan said, her eyes completely on Henry. The two of them had been flirting both verbally and nonverbally throughout the entire night. It was causing Kevin’s stomach to curdle at how sickeningly obvious way they went about it. He couldn’t stand it. He could see his friend getting sucked in way over his head. Henry and Ryan were oblivious to their friends and their discomfort at what was going on. Arm in arm the two of them left the restaurant, leaving Kevin and Skye to pay the bill and follow behind them. It was a beautiful night. The moon was full, casting a silvery glow over things. It made the night seem almost magical in a way. Still, the night air held to chill to it, causing Skye to shiver involuntarily, and wrap her arms around her to keep herself warm. Kevin shrugged out of his suit jacket and handed it to Skye. She cast her eyes to the ground with a shy smile before she gratefully accepted the jacket and slipped it on. “Thanks,” she smiled at him. “No problem,” Kevin shrugged. “Listen, I want to apologize.” “Apologize?” whatever Kevin was expecting from this night, an apology certainly wasn’t on the list. “I want to apologize for that coughing fit when we met,” Skye said, she glanced up ahead to where Henry and Ryan were walking. “Don’t worry about it,” Kevin assured, “It happens.” “You know, you look really familiar,” Skye blurted out. Kevin lifted an eyebrow in a slightly amused fashion, “Oh gosh, that came out all wrong,” Skye laughed at herself, sending Kevin into laughter of his own, “I didn’t’ mean that as a come on or anything, but you do. Look familiar I mean,” Skye rambled, laughing at herself the entire time. “It’s ok. I understood what you meant,” Kevin smiled. Libby was kind of cute when she was embarrassed, and it was nice finding someone that not only laughed at herself, but was ok with other people laughing along with her as well. “Good, well anyway, this whole time I’ve been trying to put my finger on where I know you form, but I just can’t.” “Sorry, I can’t help you.” “You didn’t recognize me?” “No, sorry I didn’t.” “Have you ever been to Mesquite? Or Vegas?” “Nope. Sorry, I wish I could help, but like I’ve said, I’m an incredibly boring person and don’t really travel all that much,” noticing a slight frown on Skye’s face he put in, “But hey, maybe I have a twin out there, that is obviously more exciting than me and that’s who you saw.” “That’s probably it,” Skye shrugged, trying to shrug away her discomfort. It didn’t seem possible that two people could look so much the same, have the same name, and not be the same person. It just wasn’t possible. He had to be lying to her, and she had a wearisome reason as to why. Henry and Ryan were having a wonderful time. It was the perfect night to just walk around talking happily about anything that came to mind. They had totally forgotten that they were supposed to be talking about business, and had spent their time simply enjoying the night for what it was. It was a calm, brilliantly lit night, with a slight but not too terrible nip in the air. It was the kind of night that brought on connections with perfect strangers. It made things seem more magical. It could change entire perspectives just by allowing the moon to work its magic, and it had a perfect audience with Ryan and Henry. I hope after reading this, you'll forgive me :). Thanks for reading. |
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