.make sense! of this [NON]sense-tence.

09 December 2010

story 1

he put his finger in her mouth and told her to bite down.
she couldn't figure out what he was implying or if he was even trying to.
they had only known each other two months.

<< ...
they met in some dive bar on the outskirts of town, during the middle of a june storm.
the bar seemed a bit dull this night, not unusual for a thursday. he came alone, sat for a beer, then felt like a smoke and made his way outside.
she arrived around the same time with two girlfriends, bar hopping after one of their birthdays. she felt bored being inside and needed to think about some things and politely excused herself from the table. she stepped outside under the awning for a smoke. he was leaning up against a rail looking at his feet, looking kind of miserable. she searched in her clutch for her carton of cigarettes, finding them but realized they were empty. she had lent her last one to her friend. she noticed he a few feet away was smoking and decided to ask if she could borrow one. he looked up from his shoes and mundanely obliged, "Sure." she thanked him and went about smoking. he turned back toward his feet. they were still standing kind of close since the awning was barely enough for four or five people. she was feeling slightly confident that evening, a first for her in a long time and decided to introduce herself. she wasn't made up or anything fancy, but she had this kind of natural beauty one doesn't find just anywhere. she said her name and he didn't look her in the eye or anything and told her his name. he seemed ok with talking, only a few words here and there, and continued to exchange pleasantries with her nonchalantly, she participating moderately more than him. while they conversed, the humidity with its thick palms gently caressed their faces. hers shone in the somewhat flickering bug light, drips of moisture complimenting her already glossy lips. he was too preoccupied at the time to notice her illuminated contour, as he stared blankly into the drizzle. his thoughts swirling with confusion as he examined his life and the recent events bringing him down. she barely knew his name much less his current circumstances but she picked up on him looking lonely and stayed, keeping him company, taking much longer to smoke her cigarette before returning inside...

tbc

3 comments:

  1. in high school i had a girlfriend and she liked when i 'sucked' her fingers. really liked it. now though i have a new girlfriend, and once i put her fingers in my mouth and she said, "what are you doing?" and i was embarraszzzzzsed. killed the mood or something.

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