Today, JD Mader is inviting everyone to visit his website, Unemployed Imagination - www.jdmader.com/2015/06/2-minutes-go, and write anything for 2 minutes - just go for it, without looking back and editing. It got me writing today. Have a
great weekend! :)
Girl
“I came to investigate
your smile,” she said, but he knew the girl didn’t mean a word of it. He
scowled beneath his black, woolly hat, flicking the dying ash from the end of
his cigarette. Some lines worked; hers didn’t. Some girls intrigued him; her
face didn’t even stir the corner of his mind.
He trailed a steady
fingertip along his lip, perused and paused, glancing at her sideways until it
turned into a stare, penetrating. It was a look he’d fashioned so long,
practised even, and he almost felt that lazy smile scurry its way across.
Almost.
Boredom fogged his
concentration, evaporation needed no time to glue itself inside of him. The ash
flicked again. She hadn’t moved. It was as if she expected something. So he
would give it to her. And she wouldn’t even want to remember him
tomorrow.
In the morning she would
want to bury him in a hole. And he would regain his soiled smile, inhaling the
smoke that turned his breath stale. Like his reflection. Always a sidelong
glance.
copyright Vickie
Johnstone, April 22, 2016
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