saying hi

Not PG Rated

I just wanted to drop by, say Hi, see how she’s doing. Jermaine and Vaughn were waiting in a bar downtown, and her place was on the way. I walked in with the take-away guy, she looked pretty shocked to see me. She didn’t have enough money on her for her order, she’d confused the bills, so I paid. Her face got seriously red then, like, cherry. That guy she’s dating must be totally whipped by now.

She letcherry me in though, offered a beer so I thought hell, why not, my boys can wait. We even shared her dinner, though she said it was mine coz I’d paid. I told her to stop worrying about that, and we had a good time just talking. Kind o’ got outta hand though. It’s the way she looks at you, with those huge eyes, they’re this deep blue, like she’s begging you to get her clothes off nice and fuck her real slow, y’know, real good, and that’s kind o’ what happened. She looked real bad after, guilty, so I pulled her close, y’know, tryin’ to comfort her and tell her it’s ok, happens to everyone at some point, and that kind o’ got outta hand as well. She was crying afterwards, said she was a horrible person, and how could she ever look Sean in the eye again, over and over, she just wouldn’t stop.

So, I tried to calm her down, told her this had nothing to do with him, it was her life, not his. She stared at me like I’d just shot someone, so I told her the truth, it would do her no good to start talkin’, coz her guy’d never understand. She was still crying, sayin’ how she’d cheated on him and how could anything ever work after that, so I said, she didn’t cheat on him, she just had sex with someone else. She stared at me again, that straight stare like I’d just said plain murder the guy right there. As I said, a bit innocent sometimes, but it’s part of her and it’s kind o’ cute. So I went all out and said, ‘Look, you don’t know what Sean does when you’re not around, so don’t bother him with your stuff.’ She got a bit angry there, how I could even think that Sean would ever and all that, and all I said, ‘He’s a guy Amanda, and guys are guys most of the time.’

That’s when she went all quiet and said, ‘So, this was just a fuck?’ I didn’t know what to say. I mean, sayin’ Yeah would’ve made her cry all over again, and I didn’t wanna say No neither, so I said, ‘I’m sorry,’ which made it worse, coz she started cryin’ and got angry at the same time, which is a helluva combo. She can get real loud. Took me almost an hour to calm her down, and we kind o’ ended up doin’ it again, coz I’d been tellin’ her that she’s beautiful and everything, which is true, she’s awesome, but she took it all wrong of course, but what’s a guy to do? It’s the way she looks at you and if you know how it is to feel her all hot and tight and just so good, it’s hard to say no, y’know? Real hard. So hard, Vaughn had to call me up so that I could get my ass outta there. Man, I really fucked that up. I really just wanted to drop by and see how she’s doin’, y’know, nothin’ special. Next time, I’ll just cut past that street. If it gets outta hand like that again, she’ll probably start screamin’ the house down. Fuck, I just wanted to say Hi. Now, I’ll probably have to drop the diner and their coffee’s the best this side o’ town.

© 2014 threegoodwords

luna declining

To all you lovely people,
Hallowe’en is not far away,
so here’s something small for you to read
before All Hallow’s Day.

Merci for liking,
Merci for joining,
I hope you keep on reading, commenting,
and of course enjoying:
You truly are the best!

j.d.

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Eyes seen in darkness
Scanning
A swish of a tail
A smell of far-off hail
In the air
There
No, there
Maybe…

Echoes howling faraway
A silent silvery back
Glides between shadows
Halting once or twice
Waiting
A shiver, real
tingling
icily
down young spines.

A lone figure standing,
seeing
everything
A glance, flickering
Shadows enveloping
the seven, hiding
Six disbelieving
Waiting in suspense.

Gasping, a whispered shout
Did you see?
Did you see!
A hand cupped hard over a mouth
A fierce whisper
Shut up!
Heartbeats racing
Silver bullets
waiting
for the ancient terror
lingering
In the dark of Night.

The howl so sudden
So close
No!
Shut up!
There!
RUN!

Screams piercing the night
Gunshots exploding
bright flares
in darkness
deeper
louder
Howls and Screams
Growling
too close, too close!
Confusion
Terror
Irrevocable understanding

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

I told you! I told you!
I TOLD you it’s there!

Crimson spreading
dripping
the scent intensifying
leaving a trail
Cursing
Crying
Prayers flying
From sputtering, trembling lips
This can’t be –
They’re myths –
They’re just make-believe!

We can’t, we can’t!
We must.
But that’s blood!
That’s real!
That’s a bite!
I don’t care, get inside
Get inside
GET INSIDE!

A scramble,
A struggle
back into the secure cabin
doors slamming
tires screeching
Lights fleeing into the night.

Luna declining
Silver fur gliding
Under old shadows
Into the vast Night
A moment of silence
before dawn, rising
A dim flash reclining
into misty worlds of silence
ancient spells
alive, living
Alone in the dark of Night…

© 2014 threegoodwords

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