5 more Lit drabbles
Still super short, just helping to relieve writer's block!
All PG, no real warnings!
006- Rules
No loitering, no littering, no grass length over 1.6 inches, no smoking for minors, no skateboarding.
No cavorting with the opposite sex on a Sunday. No protesting. No rebelling.
Was this place actually modelled on the neigbourhoods in Edward Scissorhands?
Mrs. Kim sprinkles her sidewalk with holy water when he walks past her house, and Kirk trembles whenever he comes near, ever since he refused to serve him cigarettes.
Christ, is that a censorship curtain in the video store?
Sometimes, Liz Danes seems like the sanest woman on the planet for getting the fuck out of here when she could.
007- Chocolate
She compiles lists in her head to describe the colour of his eyes. Like a romance writer, but somehow more pathetic.
Chocolate brown, with a hint of gold, and a sprinkle of green. Hazel. Copper. Fawn. Bronze. Ecru. Mahogany. Ochre. Russet. Tawny. Sienna. Sepia. Auburn? She wants to take out paint swatches and hold them up to his face to find the best match. And then paint her world that colour.
She never did this with Dean, back in the days when she used to call him and hang up when she heard his voice.
His eyes are blue-grey.
Right?
008- Nostalgia
She looks back on her relationship with Dean (well, the first time around) with fondness and hints of nostalgia. Holding hands on the bus, sweet kisses in spring, that kind of thing.
With Logan came her first serious relationship. The first time she seriously considered marriage. The first man she ever lived with. She remembers laughing, and growing.
Remembering Jess is like reading Neruda poems. It is the rememberance of lust and passion, intellectual compatibility, the transition from sweet childhood to adulthood. When remembers Jess, she sees damp colours, tastes harsh rain, feels the memory of her own ripening consciousness.
009-Heartbeat
She tries desperately hard not to let it show in her body language. Sometimes she scrunches her face up and covers it with her hair to stop from blushing. She keeps nervous rambling to a minimum (by her standards). When she has to talk to him, she keeps the subject matter safe, and avoids eye contact. She avoids any physical contact, avoids mentioning his name in conversation. She's fine. She has a boyfriend, and she is happy.
But as soon as she sees him, her traitorous heart hammers staccato beats under her breast.
(It scares the crap out of her.)
010- Stranger
She does have a trustworthy face, when he takes the time to study her: bright crystal eyes and sweet dimples and a little bow mouth.
She isn't afraid of him either. He really likes that.
Suddenly, he doesn't want to just leave, he wants to leave with her. They'll sit on a bench while she stares at his shoes and he stares at her. He has never met someone so open, so vulnerable. It fascinates him. He wants to count the freckles on her nose.
One day he will get the chance.
(He will never get the chance to finish).
All PG, no real warnings!
006- Rules
No loitering, no littering, no grass length over 1.6 inches, no smoking for minors, no skateboarding.
No cavorting with the opposite sex on a Sunday. No protesting. No rebelling.
Was this place actually modelled on the neigbourhoods in Edward Scissorhands?
Mrs. Kim sprinkles her sidewalk with holy water when he walks past her house, and Kirk trembles whenever he comes near, ever since he refused to serve him cigarettes.
Christ, is that a censorship curtain in the video store?
Sometimes, Liz Danes seems like the sanest woman on the planet for getting the fuck out of here when she could.
007- Chocolate
She compiles lists in her head to describe the colour of his eyes. Like a romance writer, but somehow more pathetic.
Chocolate brown, with a hint of gold, and a sprinkle of green. Hazel. Copper. Fawn. Bronze. Ecru. Mahogany. Ochre. Russet. Tawny. Sienna. Sepia. Auburn? She wants to take out paint swatches and hold them up to his face to find the best match. And then paint her world that colour.
She never did this with Dean, back in the days when she used to call him and hang up when she heard his voice.
His eyes are blue-grey.
Right?
008- Nostalgia
She looks back on her relationship with Dean (well, the first time around) with fondness and hints of nostalgia. Holding hands on the bus, sweet kisses in spring, that kind of thing.
With Logan came her first serious relationship. The first time she seriously considered marriage. The first man she ever lived with. She remembers laughing, and growing.
Remembering Jess is like reading Neruda poems. It is the rememberance of lust and passion, intellectual compatibility, the transition from sweet childhood to adulthood. When remembers Jess, she sees damp colours, tastes harsh rain, feels the memory of her own ripening consciousness.
009-Heartbeat
She tries desperately hard not to let it show in her body language. Sometimes she scrunches her face up and covers it with her hair to stop from blushing. She keeps nervous rambling to a minimum (by her standards). When she has to talk to him, she keeps the subject matter safe, and avoids eye contact. She avoids any physical contact, avoids mentioning his name in conversation. She's fine. She has a boyfriend, and she is happy.
But as soon as she sees him, her traitorous heart hammers staccato beats under her breast.
(It scares the crap out of her.)
010- Stranger
She does have a trustworthy face, when he takes the time to study her: bright crystal eyes and sweet dimples and a little bow mouth.
She isn't afraid of him either. He really likes that.
Suddenly, he doesn't want to just leave, he wants to leave with her. They'll sit on a bench while she stares at his shoes and he stares at her. He has never met someone so open, so vulnerable. It fascinates him. He wants to count the freckles on her nose.
One day he will get the chance.
(He will never get the chance to finish).