Harry, fair hair a little damp, strode purposefully down the long brightly lit road towards Sardi. Orange filters on high street lamps cast strange shadows across elevated lean cheek bones. Cheek bones as lean as the rest of him. He could feel soft drizzle filtering through the shoulders of a thin jacket.
Harry was perplexed, trying to remember something that had been at the edge of remembrance for the last half hour .
‘What‘!? It was a curse of frustration
Dark eyes flicked up and across the road; arms and long legs swung, carrying him towards a night of drinking, dancing. More, he hoped!
A speeding car hurtled past. Through a water filled pothole that had been reflecting the moon until assaulted. The muddy slush spattered brand new hip hugging levis, leaving him glaring with gritted teeth; as close to a privet hedge as he could be without getting wetter.
The cortina, travelling towards the club, disappeared round the bend at the end of the road; and he resumed walking and puzzling as soon as he’d brushed most of the muddy water from his jeans; then he stopped momentarily. He’d touched a light shirt with dirty hands. It left a brown stain, far to visible; and he stared ill temperedly into the night .
‘ Shit‘. He exclaimed, resumed walking, remembered what he’d been trying to recall and hesitated.
‘ Walking through the club door. It’s like arriving home. He said that as well. Tony. Yes. It was Tony’.
And attention could move on. Eyes darted, taking in nothing, only seeing the dimly lit inside of Sardi, filled with dancing men, and a few woman, in a vivid picture in the imagination.
The drab, too familiar surroundings couldn’t hold any attention and certainly not he, already s...
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...sank gratefully into the upholstery, wished he hadn't decided to wear his best suit.
‘God, I've got to be careful. What will they do they if they think I'm gay?' And then began to feel uncomfortable with his own attitude.
He pressed back into the seat, as though to hide, and noticed an exceptionally pretty, small blond girl enter the bar, with a guy, who was tall to her small, dark to her blonde and lean to her curvaceousness. He was dressed in a red shirt hanging over black jeans, had a beard, and very pale face. She shone like a lamp beside him. He watched them covertly.
' They can't be gay' He thought.' They're obviously a couple.' The notion helped him relax, but he breathed out as he saw his girlfriend squeezing her way through the crowds towards him and tore his eyes away from the couple, or really the girl he was, by now, smitten with.
He decided to travel into the town square. It was there that he saw one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. Desperate to meet someone, he approach...
The two had gotten out of their car and now had walked up to the front door of the house, which was very weathered like the roof and was only held together by one hinge. The teens were now inside the house, which didn’t look any different than the outside, everything was in bad condition. They had now walked around the house for a little bit, and they were about ready to leave when Kelvin looked down and found fresh muddy boot prints all along the floor.
ponytail bouncing with every step she takes. Her cheeks were a flushed, rosy shade, and her green eyes sparkled like emeralds with excitement. “See him?” she asked, turning towards the elderly man sitting in the rocking chair next to the window. Slowly, the man turned, his eyes following the little girl’s pointing finger. He nodded. ...
The full moon shined revealing the man’s face. He stepped back until darkness sheltered him. Lights in the bar dimmed. He saw her shadow pass the window obscured by the Miller Lite sign. He sneered, he was about to extinguish her light.
For a while, there was no sound, nothing to disturb the air. The walls remained silent, judgmental, eyeing the empty air with lifeless disposition, the false security of the gaily-painted ceiling and warm yellow wallpaper almost but not quite lulling the room's only inhabitant into dreaming.
He meandered down the road, expecting to see some merchants or really anything, but there was nothing. He had figured this was a very small town, but he had not expected this. It was practically deserted. The sun was setting as he walked to his small living area, and out of nowhere, a young woman ran past him. He tried stop her to see what was going on, but she was quick and didn’t look back. He kept on walking to his hotel, wondering about the girl and why she was alone and was in such a hurry. When he arrived at his room, he took a short nap so that he would not be tired for his job that night, whatever it was. When he woke up, the small clock in his room read 9:30 pm. He lumbered out of his bed and started walking over to the farm where he and the farmer were supposed to meet. The air was cooler than during the day, but not cold. It was actually a fairly nice night for a walk. He went to the field to meet the
So anyways Reidd was walking when he neared some buildings, stopping with a front leg raised something had caught his attention, a scent. A peculiar scent. A VERY good scent, edged with something akin to misery and…weakness?
In the male’s eyes, he saw an appreciation of Allie’s beauty and a smidgen of lust. In the females’ eyes, he saw envy and resentment. Allie was beautiful, in a young woman sort of way- He knew that she would only grow more beautiful as she matured. While watching the males watching Allie, he was surprised to see one that was actually watching him. When their eyes met, he smiled and raised his cup of punch- Eli smiled back. As they mingled with the guests, off and on he would look for the man- each time he found him, the man would be watching
As she awkwardly waded through the crowd and towards her locker, an attractive guy with curly blonde hair was staring at her through the crowd, calculating. Feeling her cheeks burn red, she strided quicker, deliberately avoiding his gaze. However, the curly-haired guy followed her and quickly blocked her passage to the locker.
...t the girl could not look back at him, or even perceive that she was being observed:
Pedaling my bike, I swerved left and right, dodging all sorts of trash which littered the desolate ground beneath my feet. The car was gaining ground fast; its ebony visage glaring at me like some hell-spawned demon. A cold clammy hand seemed to envelope my body. I knew I could not escape.
carries on to say that he had forgotten what it was that he had done
Perspiration couldn’t even begin to describe the downpour of sweat covering her body, acting as an adhesive between her skin and her brother’s polyester soccer shirt. As Magdela walked hurriedly down the long expanse of sidewalk, which was cracked and overtaken by weeds in places, she kept her eyes cast downward, so as not to draw the attention of anyone inside the swarm of passing cars. A few had honked their horns or shouted vulgarities from their windows, but most were too busy concentrating on getting to the beach before they roasted in their tiny European cars.
She was sitting in other side of the hall and looking at his blonde short hair, clean wide chin and bright skin. He reminded to her a picture of a German soldier she once saw in history book. Only that soldier was smiling.
I wandered around the path near the lake because it was always peaceful and quiet there in the morning and the trees that hung over the wide walkway only drew me in more. The cool wind blew continuously, and some of the leaves that barely hung on to the branches were pulled along with it. They floated while dropping slowly, and one of the leaves chose my head as a landing spot. I brushed my hair with my hand, not caring if doing so messes up my hair, since the wind already accomplished that job the second I took a step outside my house.