We lasted Forever
We hugged I became the boyfriend
three years old
We didn’t realize how long forever would be
So it lasted
One Day
Posts Tagged ‘This Sucks’
Cunctator
2010
05.12
05.12
It was a breezy March day in North Carolina and the wind was ripping apart the new leaves from the trees, delaying from their comfortable new home. Women and men though braved the weather and came out on the street, dresses and hats picked up at times and flung every which way. The door to the soda shop was open though as a young women walked walked in her finger-waved hair now blustered by the wind, “Thank you” she said to the boy holding the door and went to the counter and sat down. “Hiya Betty,” the acne-covered boy asked “What wouldya like today?” She placed her coat on the counter beside her as she adjusted her skirt for those wandering eyes. “Just some coffee thank you” she set down the menu she had in her hands, an ice cream was too cold for a day like today. “Coffee? I guess I’ll have some of that too,” the boy from the door had sat down next to her. The soda jerk walked to the back counter to get the hot drinks that were seldom sold. “Y’know they say Coffee will stunt your growth missus,” the man said taking off his hat to show a fresh buzz cut and a clean face “wouldn’t do any good for a woman like you” She spun on her seat to face the man. “And what makes you the authority on what is right for me or not?” he gave a side smile “My name in Jim and I’m a Marine miss..”
The weeks turned into month with each letter from him promising that he would be home for Christmas and in that small town the mailman would wink and smile and would wait for Betty to run up and ask for her letter. The letters came every other week. His handwriting was gritty but she wrote back in her flowery calligraphy and scented it with her perfume to make him think of her. She waited one, two, and three Christmas’s for her solider to come home.
“I do” Together they walked down the aisle of the small church with the town gathered to watch them get married. Her dress was white and the veil flew behind her blending in with the rice that was being showered down from everywhere she looked at him and he smiled at her as the cans clattered down the road after the happily married couple.
Her hair was snow white as he bent over her on the bed. Their hands clasped together. The room was empty except for the two of them. So hollow and white. Her hair blended in with the pillowcase that propped up her head up. Her body that had been an image of hope to him now laid shrivled up. “I love you, and I’ll be home for Christmas” she closed her eyes as she no longer clinged onto her pain and embraced the love that they always had.
Flash Fiction (Attempt)
2010
05.11
05.11
The rain just never seemed to stop. Allison stared out of her window, the gray sky reflecting into her room once painted sky blue now also gray. She looked into her room, her stuffed animals staring at her with their big eyes. She looked over to them and wished that she could still play with them as she used to but she could still hear the rain dripping down her window. She walked out to her favorite bear, sat down on her bed, and opened a book. The rain ceased for her as she found a new world being opened up for her and her bear to enjoy.
(Maybe more expansion on Allison in a later story? I suck at this…)
2010
05.04
05.04
“Excuse me” the girl had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her mouth was full of pink bubble gum. “There’s no gum in the Library” the woman replied from behind the stack of books. “Whatever ma’am, I need to find a book for my Critical paper on some Holden guy…” The librarian stood up from the back, her face tight from youth and her hair still golden blonde by genes. “Check the section your teacher assigned you instead of asking me before doing your own work” the teenage girl walked away in slight disgust looking at the model condition Librarian. ‘What the hell is a woman like that doing in a place like this?’ she asked her self as she walked away.
“Mary, for future reference I would wish that you would deal with our clients with more poise while your on the job” the man younger than his appearance, in his leather elbow-padded arms said under his breath as he walked by “More of that from you and you’ll be fired” She peered over her wide rimmed glasses “Yes, sir” she went back to her books.
Most people look at my job and they see it being the most boring job on earth or else they look at me and say that it’s a pity I’m here, or that the rumors behind sexy librarians are true that we do it in the stacks. And I won’t deny it. It’s happened. To me? God no. I’m actually what is seen as the rare minority a beautiful women endowed with smarts. I’m stuck here, out of my own will not some punishment. I enjoy reading. But this is my day job. At night? I write. Not books, not a blog, but a Zine. I’m the revolutionary for the underground. I’ve been reviewed and sold hundreds of copies, but I don’t dare reveal my identity. It’s like a superhero. I’ve seen my boss read it once and comment on the poetic styles and the sestina in the center. But if I were to reveal myself my life would become a mess as people would come and harass me about my opinions on literature and art. Instead I’ll think I’ll keep it as my own little secret.
“Oh misssus” an old lady is walking in right now with identical stacks of books “which of these do you recomend for my book club” Gotta run, having a secret identity is hard to keep up. The upside of working here is free access to the copier!
<3 Your Secret Librarian