Azraelz
06-07-2010, 06:29 PM
Willowwind
I look at my phone as I turn the song up, the green background is full of <3’s on the personal banner. I wen’t downstairs to the doorbell which had just rung. The carpet on the stairs are torn in multiple places, but they still keep me from falling, Im surprised I havent yet. The door slowly opens and the occupant of my door leaves me speechless. Her name is Abigail. At this moment, I wish there was no carpet to hold me up. We hadn’t talked in 3 days, and here she is in my doorway. The last time I had seen her I was crying, I didn’t let her see but when I left I cried, deep down I understood the events that would unfold before I had even embarked on the journey. She was just a little shorter than me, she had on a beautiful orange dress that day, the day I moved out. Those last moments before I kissed her goodbye, we would both say I love you, and I left For three weeks back to Texas. But today, she wore her heels, and the dress she wore on Easter. She shaved her legs. Her hair had been curled, She was taller than me. I noticed her purple eyeliner.
I understood at once something was amiss. Despite the times we have been together, she rarely dressed up and never curled her hair, for anything. While I was watching her, she was me.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you!” she said. Those clandestine blue orbs, with that gentle smile could light the darkness of any room.
There was a jolt that went down my spine, my chest begins to feel something of a thousand glass splinters in my chest. This feeling is becoming something of chronic pain to me. I am lost as of right now.
We continued up to the room, to show her the grand tour of my newly bought room. First the kitchen, dirty, but it still had what I needed. The bathroom, I had just hung up a new shower curtain which was a present to me from my mother. This shower curtain had hibiscus flowers all over it. Abigail had a hibiscus on the top part of her hip, and just a little down.
“This house is awesome, I’m definitely coming over a lot!” my heart sank deeper. Where does that void come from…
I continue to bring her to my room, where I have hung up all my hangings. There are 3 hangings, one of a giant purple tapestry with an 8x8 display of golden Om symbols. The second, a Mantra with green, yellow, red, and of orange like Abigail’s old dress. The last one was a scarf but I still hung it up. The Om symbol was once again all over the scarf, but the outlining words surrounding them, was what was important. The words were written in Hindi, हे राम, “Hey Ram.” Oh God! These were the last words of Mahatma Gandhi.
“This looks amazing Tommy, It’s Great!”
That’s all I could think, Hey Ram…
We stared at eachother when we sat on my futon. I laid back and looked at her dress. Shes beautiful, and I don’t know what to do anymore. The trees gently blow in the background, as I watch the clouds go by. We migrate to the front porch, and bask in the sun. The light of the sun is being dragged behind the cloud; her hair is like a wave of amber….
“Tommy, I love you.” “I love you too Abigail”. The door opens; a man stumbles across the floor and sits down in the chair next to my futon. The black silk duvet is covering Abigail and I.
“I am soo drunk, Ryans got my keys.” This would happen to me I say to myself. Her soft leg moves across mine, and nudges me, little pricks from the hair tickle me. “I know.” I gently whisper to her. This is the first time she said she loved me, I died on the inside; I am the happiest man in the world. Im free falling in my own bed. The rest of the guys show up soon after, they exlaim their drunken adventures and their desire for food to quench them. I stare at her eyes, and I want nothing more than to be alone with her. The room door is now kicked in, the handle broken. My roomate has broken the door. “I’m going to leave.” “Please, don’t,” I whimper as she stands up and goes to her room. Her amber waves wave goodbye to me as she leaves. I was euphoric, as the sun would touch my face with rolling clouds. I could remember watching the sunrise from her bed that night, staring at her while she is still asleep, the sun gently kissing her hair.
“Tommy! Look!” as she pointed at the rabbit I had been watching. “What should we call him!” “George?” “No! Bunny FuFu!” “Who is Bunny FuFu?” “That’s Bunny FuFu” she points at the rabbit again. He’s still George to me. He continues to eat the daisy he has picked up, as the sun starts to set.
“You look great, what are you all dressed up for?” “Im going on a date.” As my heart sinks in again, some sort of indignation makes this moment last forever. I am still in love, and always will be. “Can he pick me up here?” what kind of a question is that? Ask me if this new man can come to steal you from me? “Yeah sure I really don’t care,” This was some good news, I realized she had to come here when she was done, but realized the folly of my conscious thought after thinking of it.
“Don’t hate me.” I zone out “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “Tommy, Please don’t hate me” She said as she walked away to the boys car. I am shaking, anxious, bewildered, and now this chasm has fully engulfed my heart. He waves at me, he is the valet boy shes been hanging out with at her work.
“So you’re Tommy, Abby has been talking all about you.” The man says as he shakes my hand. He is very tall and muscular, the security guard is a proper job for him. “I’m guessing your Papa Frank.” “That’s what they seem to like to call me.” “She talks about you all the time, glad I finally get to meet you.” “Likewise sir.” As I move to shake the valet boys hand….
The hearts on my phone are still intact, and the green message on the inside of my phone looks back “You’re the Absolute Best.”
Willowwind is looking back at me, this brick red house is still warm from the little sun it has recieved. A firefly is right in front of me. The delicate bug lies next to me on the stump, glowing, without a care in the world.
this is my first attempt at a short story, im still working out the kinks. any advice would be welcomed
I look at my phone as I turn the song up, the green background is full of <3’s on the personal banner. I wen’t downstairs to the doorbell which had just rung. The carpet on the stairs are torn in multiple places, but they still keep me from falling, Im surprised I havent yet. The door slowly opens and the occupant of my door leaves me speechless. Her name is Abigail. At this moment, I wish there was no carpet to hold me up. We hadn’t talked in 3 days, and here she is in my doorway. The last time I had seen her I was crying, I didn’t let her see but when I left I cried, deep down I understood the events that would unfold before I had even embarked on the journey. She was just a little shorter than me, she had on a beautiful orange dress that day, the day I moved out. Those last moments before I kissed her goodbye, we would both say I love you, and I left For three weeks back to Texas. But today, she wore her heels, and the dress she wore on Easter. She shaved her legs. Her hair had been curled, She was taller than me. I noticed her purple eyeliner.
I understood at once something was amiss. Despite the times we have been together, she rarely dressed up and never curled her hair, for anything. While I was watching her, she was me.
“You look beautiful.”
“Thank you!” she said. Those clandestine blue orbs, with that gentle smile could light the darkness of any room.
There was a jolt that went down my spine, my chest begins to feel something of a thousand glass splinters in my chest. This feeling is becoming something of chronic pain to me. I am lost as of right now.
We continued up to the room, to show her the grand tour of my newly bought room. First the kitchen, dirty, but it still had what I needed. The bathroom, I had just hung up a new shower curtain which was a present to me from my mother. This shower curtain had hibiscus flowers all over it. Abigail had a hibiscus on the top part of her hip, and just a little down.
“This house is awesome, I’m definitely coming over a lot!” my heart sank deeper. Where does that void come from…
I continue to bring her to my room, where I have hung up all my hangings. There are 3 hangings, one of a giant purple tapestry with an 8x8 display of golden Om symbols. The second, a Mantra with green, yellow, red, and of orange like Abigail’s old dress. The last one was a scarf but I still hung it up. The Om symbol was once again all over the scarf, but the outlining words surrounding them, was what was important. The words were written in Hindi, हे राम, “Hey Ram.” Oh God! These were the last words of Mahatma Gandhi.
“This looks amazing Tommy, It’s Great!”
That’s all I could think, Hey Ram…
We stared at eachother when we sat on my futon. I laid back and looked at her dress. Shes beautiful, and I don’t know what to do anymore. The trees gently blow in the background, as I watch the clouds go by. We migrate to the front porch, and bask in the sun. The light of the sun is being dragged behind the cloud; her hair is like a wave of amber….
“Tommy, I love you.” “I love you too Abigail”. The door opens; a man stumbles across the floor and sits down in the chair next to my futon. The black silk duvet is covering Abigail and I.
“I am soo drunk, Ryans got my keys.” This would happen to me I say to myself. Her soft leg moves across mine, and nudges me, little pricks from the hair tickle me. “I know.” I gently whisper to her. This is the first time she said she loved me, I died on the inside; I am the happiest man in the world. Im free falling in my own bed. The rest of the guys show up soon after, they exlaim their drunken adventures and their desire for food to quench them. I stare at her eyes, and I want nothing more than to be alone with her. The room door is now kicked in, the handle broken. My roomate has broken the door. “I’m going to leave.” “Please, don’t,” I whimper as she stands up and goes to her room. Her amber waves wave goodbye to me as she leaves. I was euphoric, as the sun would touch my face with rolling clouds. I could remember watching the sunrise from her bed that night, staring at her while she is still asleep, the sun gently kissing her hair.
“Tommy! Look!” as she pointed at the rabbit I had been watching. “What should we call him!” “George?” “No! Bunny FuFu!” “Who is Bunny FuFu?” “That’s Bunny FuFu” she points at the rabbit again. He’s still George to me. He continues to eat the daisy he has picked up, as the sun starts to set.
“You look great, what are you all dressed up for?” “Im going on a date.” As my heart sinks in again, some sort of indignation makes this moment last forever. I am still in love, and always will be. “Can he pick me up here?” what kind of a question is that? Ask me if this new man can come to steal you from me? “Yeah sure I really don’t care,” This was some good news, I realized she had to come here when she was done, but realized the folly of my conscious thought after thinking of it.
“Don’t hate me.” I zone out “I’m sorry, what did you say?” “Tommy, Please don’t hate me” She said as she walked away to the boys car. I am shaking, anxious, bewildered, and now this chasm has fully engulfed my heart. He waves at me, he is the valet boy shes been hanging out with at her work.
“So you’re Tommy, Abby has been talking all about you.” The man says as he shakes my hand. He is very tall and muscular, the security guard is a proper job for him. “I’m guessing your Papa Frank.” “That’s what they seem to like to call me.” “She talks about you all the time, glad I finally get to meet you.” “Likewise sir.” As I move to shake the valet boys hand….
The hearts on my phone are still intact, and the green message on the inside of my phone looks back “You’re the Absolute Best.”
Willowwind is looking back at me, this brick red house is still warm from the little sun it has recieved. A firefly is right in front of me. The delicate bug lies next to me on the stump, glowing, without a care in the world.
this is my first attempt at a short story, im still working out the kinks. any advice would be welcomed