New Chapter
I finally started writing my book again. I found it so I started editing it and writing it again. I mean why not take a break fomr writing constant poetry. I need a break and prose was just it so here is one of my new chapters. Tell em what you think or don't, because if you really read this sad excuse for a journal you would leave a comment.
The Lovely Lady
“Bashful get off your ass. This game isn’t funny.”
“Come on Charlie, my legs, they don’t work. I don’t know why. Help me. AHHH!” She yelped as she giggled too. She wasn’t a very good actress. She placed her hand over her mouth trying to cover the fact she was really giggling.
Lying on the floor, Bashful is motionless except for her chest. It is going up and down with each breath. Her eyes open, staring up me. I stare back. I love her eyes. They make me melt inside. We begin to smile at one another. I begin to feel my heart race and I start to blush. Bashful smiles and giggles at me like a little school girl, which she technically is all dressed up in her school uniform.
“Charlie! Help me up! Please? My legs don’t work” Bashful laughs. So I grabbed her under her armpits and picked her up.
“Come on you can stand,” I tell her.
“I know but this is way too much fun. I mean it isn’t as much fun as a kiss would be right now.” I kissed her on cheek just a little one to please her.
“Well there, now I’m going to go to the movie alone, and have a nice dinner alone. Your choice kid,” I told her. Then I placed her down on the kitchen floor. I put on my black zip-up hooded sweatshirt and zipped that bad boy up.
Geez, sorry, I was just trying to have some fun. I will get up. Where are we going, for real? I know it’s the movies, but what movie. There isn’t a single movie out you would like to see.” She spoke in such an agitated voice it was different, very different from that playful one she had just been using.
“Well, I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. Let’s go.” I grabbed her shoes and mine and gave her hers and then placed mine on my feet. We never looked away from one another, always keeping eye contact. Like a staring competition. Seeing who would blink first. Then we finished tying our shoes and got up. I gave her my jacket I brought along just incase it got to cold for just a hoodie. I put it on her, placing it over one shoulder than the other.
“Thanks, you are way top nice to me,” she said as she hugged me. Holding on tightly. She whispered in my ear “let’s get going sweetie.”
“You’re too cute to be mean too.” I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Then we stood up, and walked to the large oak door and headed outside to my car. We walked down the cement pathway to the driveway. The black driveway is coated with patches of black ice. The green grass is covered with misty frost. The sky is clear, a beautiful blue-gray, like Bashful’s eyes.
“It’s cold out,” Bashful shivers from her lips. I, being a complete gentleman, wrap her in my arms to keep her warm.
Then we were off.
The Lovely Lady
“Bashful get off your ass. This game isn’t funny.”
“Come on Charlie, my legs, they don’t work. I don’t know why. Help me. AHHH!” She yelped as she giggled too. She wasn’t a very good actress. She placed her hand over her mouth trying to cover the fact she was really giggling.
Lying on the floor, Bashful is motionless except for her chest. It is going up and down with each breath. Her eyes open, staring up me. I stare back. I love her eyes. They make me melt inside. We begin to smile at one another. I begin to feel my heart race and I start to blush. Bashful smiles and giggles at me like a little school girl, which she technically is all dressed up in her school uniform.
“Charlie! Help me up! Please? My legs don’t work” Bashful laughs. So I grabbed her under her armpits and picked her up.
“Come on you can stand,” I tell her.
“I know but this is way too much fun. I mean it isn’t as much fun as a kiss would be right now.” I kissed her on cheek just a little one to please her.
“Well there, now I’m going to go to the movie alone, and have a nice dinner alone. Your choice kid,” I told her. Then I placed her down on the kitchen floor. I put on my black zip-up hooded sweatshirt and zipped that bad boy up.
Geez, sorry, I was just trying to have some fun. I will get up. Where are we going, for real? I know it’s the movies, but what movie. There isn’t a single movie out you would like to see.” She spoke in such an agitated voice it was different, very different from that playful one she had just been using.
“Well, I can’t tell you. It’s a secret. Let’s go.” I grabbed her shoes and mine and gave her hers and then placed mine on my feet. We never looked away from one another, always keeping eye contact. Like a staring competition. Seeing who would blink first. Then we finished tying our shoes and got up. I gave her my jacket I brought along just incase it got to cold for just a hoodie. I put it on her, placing it over one shoulder than the other.
“Thanks, you are way top nice to me,” she said as she hugged me. Holding on tightly. She whispered in my ear “let’s get going sweetie.”
“You’re too cute to be mean too.” I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Then we stood up, and walked to the large oak door and headed outside to my car. We walked down the cement pathway to the driveway. The black driveway is coated with patches of black ice. The green grass is covered with misty frost. The sky is clear, a beautiful blue-gray, like Bashful’s eyes.
“It’s cold out,” Bashful shivers from her lips. I, being a complete gentleman, wrap her in my arms to keep her warm.
Then we were off.