(no subject)
before reading this it's complete fiction but drawn
from actual occurrences
jayme's story :
a girl sat in a blanket of smoke in a coffee shop
nestled on a corner.
a finger that belonged to her circumnavigated the
top of the cup placed in front of her.
the voices were soft inside but carried
a distinct sound making her able to recognize anyone
in her presence by voice alone
her hair greeted her shoulders in an odd embrace
and her eyes seemed to broadcast a warmth , despite
her callused heart.
she wondered why she was here
sitting in this booth
with someone of no consequence
at least in her eyes.
she looked out the window
as the rain drops fell
" hey "
" Hey!"
a voice was talking across from her
" are you listening ?"
" yeah "she responded unenthusiastically
" ok then , like i was saying ..."
he continued with his conversation as she
stared at him
across from her
pass the coffee
pass the smoke signals
sat a boy of the same age
his hair laid unkempt
as he ran his hands through it.
she thought of him to be vacuous
but felt a need to share her time with him
because of a brother-sister like friendship
that derived from the many years of being
adjacent neighbors
she began to stare off in space as he continued
and spoke of his previous discourses with his
friends and weed
she couldn't stand the thought of him
and
weed
it seemed to catalyze the situation at hand,
which was her berate demeanor towards him
he laughed uncontrollably as he reveled in this
custom of discussing these past events
" more coffee ?"
responded a waitress with a dismembered
apron that encompassed all the colors of the rainbow
in the form of stains.
even indigo
" no , check please" the girl responded
the two left a 2 dollar tip
4 quarters
5 dimes
and a half dollar, she had found earlier
in her mother's room
the opening of the door
the wind welcomed her
and she pulled on the top of her collar
to provide a false shield of warmth
the boy drove an older car that seemed
like it ran on smog instead of gasoline
the girl opened the passenger seat
and on the floor of his car laid a
biology book with parts of the
pages ripped out in tiny sectional
squares
so much for meiosis
she pushed it aside and just sat down
her animosity came from the fact that two days
before she broke the betrothed ties with her
boyfriend
the road grew dark and grim and the car , despite
the rattling of loose parts , held a comfortable
silence
she couldn't come to terms with her current
predicament two days before hand
she was completely
complacent
content
joyful
enthralled
but now a quick substitute of melancholy
beckons her heart
because the boy that had stolen her heart
shares a seat right next to her
from actual occurrences
jayme's story :
a girl sat in a blanket of smoke in a coffee shop
nestled on a corner.
a finger that belonged to her circumnavigated the
top of the cup placed in front of her.
the voices were soft inside but carried
a distinct sound making her able to recognize anyone
in her presence by voice alone
her hair greeted her shoulders in an odd embrace
and her eyes seemed to broadcast a warmth , despite
her callused heart.
she wondered why she was here
sitting in this booth
with someone of no consequence
at least in her eyes.
she looked out the window
as the rain drops fell
" hey "
" Hey!"
a voice was talking across from her
" are you listening ?"
" yeah "she responded unenthusiastically
" ok then , like i was saying ..."
he continued with his conversation as she
stared at him
across from her
pass the coffee
pass the smoke signals
sat a boy of the same age
his hair laid unkempt
as he ran his hands through it.
she thought of him to be vacuous
but felt a need to share her time with him
because of a brother-sister like friendship
that derived from the many years of being
adjacent neighbors
she began to stare off in space as he continued
and spoke of his previous discourses with his
friends and weed
she couldn't stand the thought of him
and
weed
it seemed to catalyze the situation at hand,
which was her berate demeanor towards him
he laughed uncontrollably as he reveled in this
custom of discussing these past events
" more coffee ?"
responded a waitress with a dismembered
apron that encompassed all the colors of the rainbow
in the form of stains.
even indigo
" no , check please" the girl responded
the two left a 2 dollar tip
4 quarters
5 dimes
and a half dollar, she had found earlier
in her mother's room
the opening of the door
the wind welcomed her
and she pulled on the top of her collar
to provide a false shield of warmth
the boy drove an older car that seemed
like it ran on smog instead of gasoline
the girl opened the passenger seat
and on the floor of his car laid a
biology book with parts of the
pages ripped out in tiny sectional
squares
so much for meiosis
she pushed it aside and just sat down
her animosity came from the fact that two days
before she broke the betrothed ties with her
boyfriend
the road grew dark and grim and the car , despite
the rattling of loose parts , held a comfortable
silence
she couldn't come to terms with her current
predicament two days before hand
she was completely
complacent
content
joyful
enthralled
but now a quick substitute of melancholy
beckons her heart
because the boy that had stolen her heart
shares a seat right next to her