A break in the action...
Sometimes I see scenes in my head that just seem real to me. I normally write them down, then just don't post them. Or, write them in my head and store it for later, possibly for use in another story.
This one has no use in a story that I would write, but is something I don't want to delete.
Writing time, 45 minutes or so with phones ringing and email answered in the mean time.
Across the grass, old swings creaked in the wind, their shadows reaching nearly the length of the field. The chains rattled a bit in the warm breeze, the plastic warm from the setting sun's light.
“So how'd things end up with Kathy?” She laid beside him, as always, head tucked against his shoulder. Her wide open eyes looked into his, watching them as they shrank closed a bit in remembrance.
“As expected, I guess. Still friends, somewhat, once I give her stuff back. She really wants her DVDs back.” His eyes focused back onto hers and he smiled.
“Right, I can see why she'd want every episode of Friends back with her.”
“Eh, it's not that...hah, you thought I was actually going to say it, didn't you?” They laughed together. “I'm pretty sure that it was Joey, maybe Chandler that ruined anything her and I had. How about you and Josh?”
“Done.”
“That's it?”
“Should there be more?”
“Well, yes. Maybe some bad sitcom DVDs or maybe an attempt at turning you into his mother or something.”
“First one was you, second one we don't talk about, remember?”
“Oh yeah, right.” Again he looked into her eyes and smiled and she looked down for just a second, looking back up as a smile spread on her face too. “But I can still mention the pumpkin carving incident, right?”
She thumped him hard in the chest with a fist. “No, you may not!” The glistening in her eyes gave her away though and they both began laughing again, hugging close in the grass. After catching their breath, he looked at her again, this time his smile not as big, more knowing.
“So why do we do this? For four years it's always come back to this.”
She sighed a bit, looking at him. “It's who we are. Time just drifted us apart.”
“And back together again.”
“But where time failed, miles can still succeed.”
“They haven't yet.”
“No, they haven't.”
The earth around them stayed warm as the sun finally crossed the horizon. Locusts chirped from the trees as another breeze blew the swings back and forth, the metal grating sounds meshing with the insects. The only other sound they heard was each other's breathing.
As night fell, the locusts stopped and the grass grew cool, yet they continued to lay, in silence, looking into the stars. A fine while line crossed the sky, a shooting star. Silently, they made a wish together, then kissed for the first time again.
This one has no use in a story that I would write, but is something I don't want to delete.
Writing time, 45 minutes or so with phones ringing and email answered in the mean time.
Across the grass, old swings creaked in the wind, their shadows reaching nearly the length of the field. The chains rattled a bit in the warm breeze, the plastic warm from the setting sun's light.
“So how'd things end up with Kathy?” She laid beside him, as always, head tucked against his shoulder. Her wide open eyes looked into his, watching them as they shrank closed a bit in remembrance.
“As expected, I guess. Still friends, somewhat, once I give her stuff back. She really wants her DVDs back.” His eyes focused back onto hers and he smiled.
“Right, I can see why she'd want every episode of Friends back with her.”
“Eh, it's not that...hah, you thought I was actually going to say it, didn't you?” They laughed together. “I'm pretty sure that it was Joey, maybe Chandler that ruined anything her and I had. How about you and Josh?”
“Done.”
“That's it?”
“Should there be more?”
“Well, yes. Maybe some bad sitcom DVDs or maybe an attempt at turning you into his mother or something.”
“First one was you, second one we don't talk about, remember?”
“Oh yeah, right.” Again he looked into her eyes and smiled and she looked down for just a second, looking back up as a smile spread on her face too. “But I can still mention the pumpkin carving incident, right?”
She thumped him hard in the chest with a fist. “No, you may not!” The glistening in her eyes gave her away though and they both began laughing again, hugging close in the grass. After catching their breath, he looked at her again, this time his smile not as big, more knowing.
“So why do we do this? For four years it's always come back to this.”
She sighed a bit, looking at him. “It's who we are. Time just drifted us apart.”
“And back together again.”
“But where time failed, miles can still succeed.”
“They haven't yet.”
“No, they haven't.”
The earth around them stayed warm as the sun finally crossed the horizon. Locusts chirped from the trees as another breeze blew the swings back and forth, the metal grating sounds meshing with the insects. The only other sound they heard was each other's breathing.
As night fell, the locusts stopped and the grass grew cool, yet they continued to lay, in silence, looking into the stars. A fine while line crossed the sky, a shooting star. Silently, they made a wish together, then kissed for the first time again.