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He wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt uncomfortable in the heat generated by the stove. The steam rose relentlessly from the pan of boiling vegetables. The girls sat at the table playing quietly.

“Where is mummy?” Said Suzy as she looked up from her colouring in book.
He looked at his watch; it was late.
“Still at work, I guess.” He said.
“But she is coming back today?”
“Yes. I have already told you that. Remember?” He said slowly.
“Are we going to get presents?”
“You know mummy always brings back presents!”
“Wicked. So when will mummy be home?”
“Well she said she would call if she was going to miss dinner.”
“But it is almost dinner time now Daddy!” Piped in Jodie.
“Yes. I suppose we will have to just start without her.” He responded.
“But there might not be any left for Mummy. She might be hungry!”
“Don’t worry I am sure she will be fine. She is probably having her dinner at some nice restaurant paid for by her boss.”
“So when is dinner daddy?”
“Soon” He responded before turning the heat off the stove. He heard a loud noise that he recognised as his phone.

Where was the damned thing? He began to look for it, he could never find it. The problem with these new mobile phone was that they were like the remote control and he could never remember where he last saw it. He tried to locate it by listening. He found it buried under a pile of bills and bank statements.
"Hello", He said.
“It that Simon?” asked a soft female voice with a faint hint of an Irish accent. He tried to place it.
He detected something odd in the tone of voice. He felt a sense of dread build up inside him.
"Yes. I’m Simon. Who is this? "
“Hello Simon my name is Pat. Pat Simmons, I am a nurse at the Redland Hospital. ....do you want to take a seat?”
His stomach lurched as he slumped onto a stool, a hospital calling at this time of the evening good not be good news. He turned his body away from the girls.
“Is there a problem, Pat?”
“Is there anybody with you?” she asked in a soft voice filled with concern.
“No. Please why have you called?” He asked.
“I am afraid I have some bad news. There has been a car accident, sir.”
“Oh God!” He exclaimed,“ But why are you telling me this?”
“The woman in the car had a driver’s license in her possession. It identified her as Jane”.
“And? Has she been hurt”
“I’m sorry. I am afraid she was killed in the accident.”
“No!” he almost whispered down the phone.
“I am so sorry, Simon.”
“Why?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry”, said the nurse once again, “It would have been very quick. She wouldn’t have know anything about it. There wouldn’t have been any pain. I am afraid that there is something we need you to do. We need someone to come down to the hospital to identify her. I know it is difficult…Are you able to do it or is there someone else”
“Of course I’ll do it” He responded.
“We can send somebody to pick you up.”
"Yes. Please that would be appreciated. Is there anything I should bring?"
"No. Just ask for me on arrival."

He woke up the following morning, it felt at first like the events of the previous night had been a dream. But as he turned over her space in the bed was empty and the reality of it came flooding back. His head pounded and his eyes felt puffy. He had to be strong as he struggled out of bed.

As he headed down stairs he spotted there was a postcard on the mat. He knew it was from her. His hand began to tremble ever so slightly. He turned it around and read the message she had written for him - savouring each word, each letter, every pen stroke. For some reason it caused him to smile, more broadly than he could ever have imagined to be possible.
radiantsoul: (Default)
He wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt uncomfortable in the heat generated by the stove. The steam rose relentlessly from the pan of boiling vegetables. The girls sat at the table playing quietly.

“Where is mummy?” Said Suzy as she looked up from her colouring in book.
He looked at his watch; it was late.
“Still at work, I guess.” He said.
“But she is coming back today?”
“Yes. I have already told you that. Remember?” He said slowly.
“Are we going to get presents?”
“You know mummy always brings back presents!”
“Wicked. So when will mummy be home?”
“Well she said she would call if she was going to miss dinner.”
“But it is almost dinner time now Daddy!” Piped in Jodie.
“Yes. I suppose we will have to just start without her.” He responded.
“But there might not be any left for Mummy. She might be hungry!”
“Don’t worry I am sure she will be fine. She is probably having her dinner at some nice restaurant paid for by her boss.”
“So when is dinner daddy?”
“Soon” He responded before turning the heat off the stove. He heard a loud noise that he recognised as his phone.

Where was the damned thing? He began to look for it, he could never find it. The problem with these new mobile phone was that they were like the remote control and he could never remember where he last saw it. He tried to locate it by listening. He found it buried under a pile of bills and bank statements.
"Hello", He said.
“It that Simon?” asked a soft female voice with a faint hint of an Irish accent. He tried to place it.
He detected something odd in the tone of voice. He felt a sense of dread build up inside him.
"Yes. I’m Simon. Who is this? "
“Hello Simon my name is Pat. Pat Simmons, I am a nurse at the Redland Hospital. ....do you want to take a seat?”
His stomach lurched as he slumped onto a stool, a hospital calling at this time of the evening good not be good news. He turned his body away from the girls.
“Is there a problem, Pat?”
“Is there anybody with you?” she asked in a soft voice filled with concern.
“No. Please why have you called?” He asked.
“I am afraid I have some bad news. There has been a car accident, sir.”
“Oh God!” He exclaimed,“ But why are you telling me this?”
“The woman in the car had a driver’s license in her possession. It identified her as Jane”.
“And? Has she been hurt”
“I’m sorry. I am afraid she was killed in the accident.”
“No!” he almost whispered down the phone.
“I am so sorry, Simon.”
“Why?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry”, said the nurse once again, “It would have been very quick. She wouldn’t have know anything about it. There wouldn’t have been any pain. I am afraid that there is something we need you to do. We need someone to come down to the hospital to identify her. I know it is difficult…Are you able to do it or is there someone else”
“Of course I’ll do it” He responded.
“We can send somebody to pick you up.”
"Yes. Please that would be appreciated. Is there anything I should bring?"
"No. Just ask for me on arrival."

He woke up the following morning, it felt at first like the events of the previous night had been a dream. But as he turned over her space in the bed was empty and the reality of it came flooding back. His head pounded and his eyes felt puffy. He had to be strong as he struggled out of bed.

As he headed down stairs he spotted there was a postcard on the mat. He knew it was from her. His hand began to tremble ever so slightly. He turned it around and read the message she had written for him - savouring each word, each letter, every pen stroke. For some reason it caused him to smile, more broadly than he could ever have imagined to be possible.
radiantsoul: (Default)
He wiped the sweat from his brow, he felt uncomfortable in the heat generated by the stove. The steam rose relentlessly from the pan of boiling vegetables. The girls sat at the table playing quietly.

“Where is mummy?” Said Suzy as she looked up from her colouring in book.
He looked at his watch; it was late.
“Still at work, I guess.” He said.
“But she is coming back today?”
“Yes. I have already told you that. Remember?” He said slowly.
“Are we going to get presents?”
“You know mummy always brings back presents!”
“Wicked. So when will mummy be home?”
“Well she said she would call if she was going to miss dinner.”
“But it is almost dinner time now Daddy!” Piped in Jodie.
“Yes. I suppose we will have to just start without her.” He responded.
“But there might not be any left for Mummy. She might be hungry!”
“Don’t worry I am sure she will be fine. She is probably having her dinner at some nice restaurant paid for by her boss.”
“So when is dinner daddy?”
“Soon” He responded before turning the heat off the stove. He heard a loud noise that he recognised as his phone.

Where was the damned thing? He began to look for it, he could never find it. The problem with these new mobile phone was that they were like the remote control and he could never remember where he last saw it. He tried to locate it by listening. He found it buried under a pile of bills and bank statements.
"Hello", He said.
“It that Simon?” asked a soft female voice with a faint hint of an Irish accent. He tried to place it.
He detected something odd in the tone of voice. He felt a sense of dread build up inside him.
"Yes. I’m Simon. Who is this? "
“Hello Simon my name is Pat. Pat Simmons, I am a nurse at the Redland Hospital. ....do you want to take a seat?”
His stomach lurched as he slumped onto a stool, a hospital calling at this time of the evening good not be good news. He turned his body away from the girls.
“Is there a problem, Pat?”
“Is there anybody with you?” she asked in a soft voice filled with concern.
“No. Please why have you called?” He asked.
“I am afraid I have some bad news. There has been a car accident, sir.”
“Oh God!” He exclaimed,“ But why are you telling me this?”
“The woman in the car had a driver’s license in her possession. It identified her as Jane”.
“And? Has she been hurt”
“I’m sorry. I am afraid she was killed in the accident.”
“No!” he almost whispered down the phone.
“I am so sorry, Simon.”
“Why?” He muttered.

“I’m sorry”, said the nurse once again, “It would have been very quick. She wouldn’t have know anything about it. There wouldn’t have been any pain. I am afraid that there is something we need you to do. We need someone to come down to the hospital to identify her. I know it is difficult…Are you able to do it or is there someone else”
“Of course I’ll do it” He responded.
“We can send somebody to pick you up.”
"Yes. Please that would be appreciated. Is there anything I should bring?"
"No. Just ask for me on arrival."

He woke up the following morning, it felt at first like the events of the previous night had been a dream. But as he turned over her space in the bed was empty and the reality of it came flooding back. His head pounded and his eyes felt puffy. He had to be strong as he struggled out of bed.

As he headed down stairs he spotted there was a postcard on the mat. He knew it was from her. His hand began to tremble ever so slightly. He turned it around and read the message she had written for him - savouring each word, each letter, every pen stroke. For some reason it caused him to smile, more broadly than he could ever have imagined to be possible.
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The challenge is for you to create a dialogue between the two people. They can be anyone, say anything. Make it as original as you can. Ready, set...GO!



My attempt )
radiantsoul: (Default)
The challenge is for you to create a dialogue between the two people. They can be anyone, say anything. Make it as original as you can. Ready, set...GO!



My attempt )
radiantsoul: (Default)
The challenge is for you to create a dialogue between the two people. They can be anyone, say anything. Make it as original as you can. Ready, set...GO!



My attempt )
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The Challenge

black pants, too short
brown topcoat, hole big as a quarter in lapel
shoes held together with duct tape
hair thick, matted with filth
red bandanna around his neck
head bowed, as if it were a painful weight
large red hands, nails long and yellowing
now and then chuckles soundlessly, as if secretly celebrating the genius of his thought processes

Now, create a scene, using the details recorded. I thought of making this challenge a drabble (exactly 100 words) for the word limit, but then thought that may be much too confining. So instead, let's make it a flash (300 word max) challenge. This should still (I hope) allow enough space while still teaching to eliminate unnecessary words. Have fun and try not to freak anyone out because you’re staring at them while scribbling away in a notebook.

My attempt )
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The Challenge

black pants, too short
brown topcoat, hole big as a quarter in lapel
shoes held together with duct tape
hair thick, matted with filth
red bandanna around his neck
head bowed, as if it were a painful weight
large red hands, nails long and yellowing
now and then chuckles soundlessly, as if secretly celebrating the genius of his thought processes

Now, create a scene, using the details recorded. I thought of making this challenge a drabble (exactly 100 words) for the word limit, but then thought that may be much too confining. So instead, let's make it a flash (300 word max) challenge. This should still (I hope) allow enough space while still teaching to eliminate unnecessary words. Have fun and try not to freak anyone out because you’re staring at them while scribbling away in a notebook.

My attempt )
radiantsoul: (Default)
The Challenge

black pants, too short
brown topcoat, hole big as a quarter in lapel
shoes held together with duct tape
hair thick, matted with filth
red bandanna around his neck
head bowed, as if it were a painful weight
large red hands, nails long and yellowing
now and then chuckles soundlessly, as if secretly celebrating the genius of his thought processes

Now, create a scene, using the details recorded. I thought of making this challenge a drabble (exactly 100 words) for the word limit, but then thought that may be much too confining. So instead, let's make it a flash (300 word max) challenge. This should still (I hope) allow enough space while still teaching to eliminate unnecessary words. Have fun and try not to freak anyone out because you’re staring at them while scribbling away in a notebook.

My attempt )

The hunter

Feb. 26th, 2008 10:47 am
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It was a good night to be hunting, he thought to himself, as he strode through the empty streets. 
It was already almost dusk and the few street lights that were still working had already switched on, illuminating the area in a faint orange glow that seemed to flicker slightly.
Empty crisp packets blew around in the wind they were the only movement in the deserted streets. Apart from faint howling of the wind there didn't seem to be a sound. Decaying houses appeared uninhabited every window long since boarded up. A solitary car stood parked across the road, it tires were burst and the window the side window was shattered. 
He paused having a strange sensation in his body. He thought he saw something moving. 
What was it? Who was out there?
Sliding down the flimsy plastic night sights over his eyes he saw the world suddenly erupted into brilliant shades of green. 
Keep calm.
He dropped his body down onto one knee, feeling the cold of broken tarmac through the coarse fabric of his trouser, wondering if perhaps it was broken glass. No time to look down though. He heard the reassuring click as he unlocked his safety. Something moved. Some sort of animal perhaps. All the while he remained silent, as his eyes scanned trying to lock onto the target. As he placed his head behind the sight, the cross hairs focused his attention. Slowly he moved the gun panning across the mid-distances. There was something there, the hint of something moving through the bushes. The leather of his glove seemed to almost creak as his fingers tightened around the trigger. 
Now. Do it.
He felt the gun recoiling against his shoulder as a round of bullets exploded from his gun. There was a piercing scream and then silence. He didn't bother to see what it was.
Walking on he saw the signs that indicated that this was or had been a mall. Every shop looked the same, covered by the roller shutters that hid their wares from prying eyes. Artificial lighting bathed the white tiles in a cold light. The only life seemed to be the plants that grew from earth coloured plastic pots. yet he knew that if he were to inspect them he would discover they were manufactured from a rubber like plastic and their green leaves were in a thin layer of dust.
Suddenly he saw something large moving in the shadows. The object was big, human sized, its body hunched over. Shuffling slowly away from him with an ungainly gait. Raising the butt of the gun to his shoulder he once more looked down the sights, zooming in slowly on it. Zooming closer and closer to it trying to evaluate the threat. There was no sign that it had a weapon and yet no one could afford to be too careful these days. 
Announce yourself then do it quickly.
"Halt!” He yelled out, “Identify yourself!”
The levels of zoom were so close that he could see every detail as the head turned towards him hurriedly towards him. He could clearly see the dull, almost cloudy eyes and the white unkempt hair that seemed almost windswept in this windless environment. The skin on its face was pale, and appeared to be almost translucent. In that moment he recognised the fear and panic within their eyes. Then he saw it turn it head away from him and it beginning to dart off. Faster than he might have thought possible. It has already made three steps and seemed to be speeding up.
Don’t let her get away! Take the shot.
He watched through the sights as he squeezed the trigger and felt the butt of the gun recoiling into his shoulder as there was a deafening eruption of noise. In the same instant what had been the targets head simply ceased to exist. Blood and brains exploded outwards and the body dropped instantly to the floor with a thud. He lowered his gun and approached the body.
The target wore a large overcoat. He placed his hands inside the pockets digging around for some information. He found what he was looking for, an identity card. He flicked it open and looked at the face of an elderly woman, turning the card slightly he watched as the holographic image on the card moved. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a pretty good match. He read the name, Edna Jones, and the date of birth calculating her age at seventy six. He rummaged through her pockets. There was money, mostly coins but a few heavily creased notes. He placed them in his own pockets.
He watched as her blood leak over the floor, covering the area in a surprisingly large area of red. The air stinking of shit and death, as the body seemed to twitch involuntarily. He pulled out a walkie talkie.
“Control!” responded a genderless unemotional voice. Through the crackling he was scarcely even able to make that much out.
“I have a curfew violation I need clearing up”
“Roger that….15 minutes.”
The radio went dead.


  

The hunter

Feb. 26th, 2008 10:47 am
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It was a good night to be hunting, he thought to himself, as he strode through the empty streets. 
It was already almost dusk and the few street lights that were still working had already switched on, illuminating the area in a faint orange glow that seemed to flicker slightly.
Empty crisp packets blew around in the wind they were the only movement in the deserted streets. Apart from faint howling of the wind there didn't seem to be a sound. Decaying houses appeared uninhabited every window long since boarded up. A solitary car stood parked across the road, it tires were burst and the window the side window was shattered. 
He paused having a strange sensation in his body. He thought he saw something moving. 
What was it? Who was out there?
Sliding down the flimsy plastic night sights over his eyes he saw the world suddenly erupted into brilliant shades of green. 
Keep calm.
He dropped his body down onto one knee, feeling the cold of broken tarmac through the coarse fabric of his trouser, wondering if perhaps it was broken glass. No time to look down though. He heard the reassuring click as he unlocked his safety. Something moved. Some sort of animal perhaps. All the while he remained silent, as his eyes scanned trying to lock onto the target. As he placed his head behind the sight, the cross hairs focused his attention. Slowly he moved the gun panning across the mid-distances. There was something there, the hint of something moving through the bushes. The leather of his glove seemed to almost creak as his fingers tightened around the trigger. 
Now. Do it.
He felt the gun recoiling against his shoulder as a round of bullets exploded from his gun. There was a piercing scream and then silence. He didn't bother to see what it was.
Walking on he saw the signs that indicated that this was or had been a mall. Every shop looked the same, covered by the roller shutters that hid their wares from prying eyes. Artificial lighting bathed the white tiles in a cold light. The only life seemed to be the plants that grew from earth coloured plastic pots. yet he knew that if he were to inspect them he would discover they were manufactured from a rubber like plastic and their green leaves were in a thin layer of dust.
Suddenly he saw something large moving in the shadows. The object was big, human sized, its body hunched over. Shuffling slowly away from him with an ungainly gait. Raising the butt of the gun to his shoulder he once more looked down the sights, zooming in slowly on it. Zooming closer and closer to it trying to evaluate the threat. There was no sign that it had a weapon and yet no one could afford to be too careful these days. 
Announce yourself then do it quickly.
"Halt!” He yelled out, “Identify yourself!”
The levels of zoom were so close that he could see every detail as the head turned towards him hurriedly towards him. He could clearly see the dull, almost cloudy eyes and the white unkempt hair that seemed almost windswept in this windless environment. The skin on its face was pale, and appeared to be almost translucent. In that moment he recognised the fear and panic within their eyes. Then he saw it turn it head away from him and it beginning to dart off. Faster than he might have thought possible. It has already made three steps and seemed to be speeding up.
Don’t let her get away! Take the shot.
He watched through the sights as he squeezed the trigger and felt the butt of the gun recoiling into his shoulder as there was a deafening eruption of noise. In the same instant what had been the targets head simply ceased to exist. Blood and brains exploded outwards and the body dropped instantly to the floor with a thud. He lowered his gun and approached the body.
The target wore a large overcoat. He placed his hands inside the pockets digging around for some information. He found what he was looking for, an identity card. He flicked it open and looked at the face of an elderly woman, turning the card slightly he watched as the holographic image on the card moved. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a pretty good match. He read the name, Edna Jones, and the date of birth calculating her age at seventy six. He rummaged through her pockets. There was money, mostly coins but a few heavily creased notes. He placed them in his own pockets.
He watched as her blood leak over the floor, covering the area in a surprisingly large area of red. The air stinking of shit and death, as the body seemed to twitch involuntarily. He pulled out a walkie talkie.
“Control!” responded a genderless unemotional voice. Through the crackling he was scarcely even able to make that much out.
“I have a curfew violation I need clearing up”
“Roger that….15 minutes.”
The radio went dead.


  

The hunter

Feb. 26th, 2008 10:47 am
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It was a good night to be hunting, he thought to himself, as he strode through the empty streets. 
It was already almost dusk and the few street lights that were still working had already switched on, illuminating the area in a faint orange glow that seemed to flicker slightly.
Empty crisp packets blew around in the wind they were the only movement in the deserted streets. Apart from faint howling of the wind there didn't seem to be a sound. Decaying houses appeared uninhabited every window long since boarded up. A solitary car stood parked across the road, it tires were burst and the window the side window was shattered. 
He paused having a strange sensation in his body. He thought he saw something moving. 
What was it? Who was out there?
Sliding down the flimsy plastic night sights over his eyes he saw the world suddenly erupted into brilliant shades of green. 
Keep calm.
He dropped his body down onto one knee, feeling the cold of broken tarmac through the coarse fabric of his trouser, wondering if perhaps it was broken glass. No time to look down though. He heard the reassuring click as he unlocked his safety. Something moved. Some sort of animal perhaps. All the while he remained silent, as his eyes scanned trying to lock onto the target. As he placed his head behind the sight, the cross hairs focused his attention. Slowly he moved the gun panning across the mid-distances. There was something there, the hint of something moving through the bushes. The leather of his glove seemed to almost creak as his fingers tightened around the trigger. 
Now. Do it.
He felt the gun recoiling against his shoulder as a round of bullets exploded from his gun. There was a piercing scream and then silence. He didn't bother to see what it was.
Walking on he saw the signs that indicated that this was or had been a mall. Every shop looked the same, covered by the roller shutters that hid their wares from prying eyes. Artificial lighting bathed the white tiles in a cold light. The only life seemed to be the plants that grew from earth coloured plastic pots. yet he knew that if he were to inspect them he would discover they were manufactured from a rubber like plastic and their green leaves were in a thin layer of dust.
Suddenly he saw something large moving in the shadows. The object was big, human sized, its body hunched over. Shuffling slowly away from him with an ungainly gait. Raising the butt of the gun to his shoulder he once more looked down the sights, zooming in slowly on it. Zooming closer and closer to it trying to evaluate the threat. There was no sign that it had a weapon and yet no one could afford to be too careful these days. 
Announce yourself then do it quickly.
"Halt!” He yelled out, “Identify yourself!”
The levels of zoom were so close that he could see every detail as the head turned towards him hurriedly towards him. He could clearly see the dull, almost cloudy eyes and the white unkempt hair that seemed almost windswept in this windless environment. The skin on its face was pale, and appeared to be almost translucent. In that moment he recognised the fear and panic within their eyes. Then he saw it turn it head away from him and it beginning to dart off. Faster than he might have thought possible. It has already made three steps and seemed to be speeding up.
Don’t let her get away! Take the shot.
He watched through the sights as he squeezed the trigger and felt the butt of the gun recoiling into his shoulder as there was a deafening eruption of noise. In the same instant what had been the targets head simply ceased to exist. Blood and brains exploded outwards and the body dropped instantly to the floor with a thud. He lowered his gun and approached the body.
The target wore a large overcoat. He placed his hands inside the pockets digging around for some information. He found what he was looking for, an identity card. He flicked it open and looked at the face of an elderly woman, turning the card slightly he watched as the holographic image on the card moved. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like a pretty good match. He read the name, Edna Jones, and the date of birth calculating her age at seventy six. He rummaged through her pockets. There was money, mostly coins but a few heavily creased notes. He placed them in his own pockets.
He watched as her blood leak over the floor, covering the area in a surprisingly large area of red. The air stinking of shit and death, as the body seemed to twitch involuntarily. He pulled out a walkie talkie.
“Control!” responded a genderless unemotional voice. Through the crackling he was scarcely even able to make that much out.
“I have a curfew violation I need clearing up”
“Roger that….15 minutes.”
The radio went dead.


  
radiantsoul: (Beauty in the world)
The atmosphere is strange and the room dimly lit; it is dominated by a large bed around which the family is gathered around. In the middle of the bed lies an elderly lady. Her frail body now seems grey, all the strength and energy drained away. The only sound in the room is the laboured sound of breathing. Suddenly she mutters something, to everyone else it seems inaudible, but not to him. He has known her for fifty years and he moves close to her lips so he can hear her last words. The promise. As he looks at her and listened, his mind drifted back to the first time...

His mind drifted back to the night before, despite all the years that had passed the memories still somehow seemed clearer than events that happened a few hours before. He had spent the evening trying on several outfits, using both a mirror and the advice of family members to assist in his choice. Finally he decided on something that he though presented himself in the best light. After a long shower he dosed himself liberally with his dad’s aftershave.

He remembered it had been particularly cold day as he stood nervously outside the cinema waiting for her. Every time a woman appeared in the distance he squinted, trying to work out if it was her. Every time it was not he had grown a little bit more disappointed. He passed the time by shuffling backwards and forwards. The nagging doubt in his mind started to grow and grow, maybe she wasn’t coming.

Suddenly he had felt a tap on his shoulder, like a jolt of electric running through his body. He spun around. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her dress seemed effortlessly stylish, her makeup accentuating her natural beauty. He was stunned by her. He was not sure whether to kiss her or hug her. Instead he had offered her a hand so, as if to shake it. Silently he cursed himself, feeling ashamed. But her gentle giggling had soon removed his embarrassment.

He sat and pretended to watch the film. All the while however his attention was really focused on her. Using his peripheral vision to study her face, that although poorly lit only by the flickering of the cinema screen seemed to him to be the most beautiful thing in the world. Building up the nerves to accidentally brush his forearm against hers.

As they left the cinema he suggested they head for a meal at a restaurant he knew. He felt slightly nervous as they headed towards the place, in reality he was not used to eating out and moreover was worried that it would be too expensive, but he knew she was the kind of girl he had to impress – whatever the cost.

The conversation flowed freely as they ate and he had felt himself growing bolder. He suggested they go for a quick drink at the bar. Sitting opposite her he had found himself staring into her eyes. The conversation had suddenly stopped, but it was not a nervous pause but something stronger. In that moment the rest of the room had seemed to fade away, all the sounds and images faded disappeared. All that mattered was her. Their eyes had locked for a period of. He recollected feeling a powerful force. Drawing them closer. Closer. It had all felt so natural, as he raised his hand and gently stroked a few strands of hair off her forehead. A feeling of gentle tenderness towards combined with longing to know her, taste her, feel her, see her, own her. As their lips had met for the first time it felt like the jolt of energy when she had tapped his shoulder. Only stronger, more intense, more fantastic. As their had lips parted for the first time he closed his eyes and surrendered to the pure pleasure, feeling swallowed up by a soft, warm, gentle pleasure that had started on his lips and flowed down throughout his body caused him to buzz with excitement. He recalled becoming aware of the feeling the warmth in his cheeks as his face flushed red. Not wanting the moment to end as he had wrapped his hand behind her head, pulling her closer. Holding her. His other hand had taken her gently and squeezed it tenderly.

After what had seemed like an eternity they pull apart. He had been unable to resist gushing complements to her. As they sat holding each other close, both of them confessed they had never felt like that about anyone before.

Looking at his watch he realised that it is late. He gallantly offered to walk her home. Taking her hand as he had led her from the bar. She had shivered as they stepped outside and he had courteously wrapped his coat over her. Pretending all the while he was really too hot and trying to stifle his shivering and chattering teeth.

“Listen”, he said as he pulled her closer, “whatever happens we can promise each other that we will always remember how special, how incredible tonight felt.”
As he pulled her closely she nodded, as they had made a promise that would be kept for half a century and a lifetime of love.

Suddenly his consciousness returned to the present moment. The breathing has now stopped as he finds himself wiping a solitary tear from his eye. He turns as he feels the hand of his son on his shoulder. Gently pulling him away from the lifeless body. He recognizes a look of puzzlement and concern in the eyes of his family as he finds himself smiling.

radiantsoul: (Beauty in the world)
The atmosphere is strange and the room dimly lit; it is dominated by a large bed around which the family is gathered around. In the middle of the bed lies an elderly lady. Her frail body now seems grey, all the strength and energy drained away. The only sound in the room is the laboured sound of breathing. Suddenly she mutters something, to everyone else it seems inaudible, but not to him. He has known her for fifty years and he moves close to her lips so he can hear her last words. The promise. As he looks at her and listened, his mind drifted back to the first time...

His mind drifted back to the night before, despite all the years that had passed the memories still somehow seemed clearer than events that happened a few hours before. He had spent the evening trying on several outfits, using both a mirror and the advice of family members to assist in his choice. Finally he decided on something that he though presented himself in the best light. After a long shower he dosed himself liberally with his dad’s aftershave.

He remembered it had been particularly cold day as he stood nervously outside the cinema waiting for her. Every time a woman appeared in the distance he squinted, trying to work out if it was her. Every time it was not he had grown a little bit more disappointed. He passed the time by shuffling backwards and forwards. The nagging doubt in his mind started to grow and grow, maybe she wasn’t coming.

Suddenly he had felt a tap on his shoulder, like a jolt of electric running through his body. He spun around. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her dress seemed effortlessly stylish, her makeup accentuating her natural beauty. He was stunned by her. He was not sure whether to kiss her or hug her. Instead he had offered her a hand so, as if to shake it. Silently he cursed himself, feeling ashamed. But her gentle giggling had soon removed his embarrassment.

He sat and pretended to watch the film. All the while however his attention was really focused on her. Using his peripheral vision to study her face, that although poorly lit only by the flickering of the cinema screen seemed to him to be the most beautiful thing in the world. Building up the nerves to accidentally brush his forearm against hers.

As they left the cinema he suggested they head for a meal at a restaurant he knew. He felt slightly nervous as they headed towards the place, in reality he was not used to eating out and moreover was worried that it would be too expensive, but he knew she was the kind of girl he had to impress – whatever the cost.

The conversation flowed freely as they ate and he had felt himself growing bolder. He suggested they go for a quick drink at the bar. Sitting opposite her he had found himself staring into her eyes. The conversation had suddenly stopped, but it was not a nervous pause but something stronger. In that moment the rest of the room had seemed to fade away, all the sounds and images faded disappeared. All that mattered was her. Their eyes had locked for a period of. He recollected feeling a powerful force. Drawing them closer. Closer. It had all felt so natural, as he raised his hand and gently stroked a few strands of hair off her forehead. A feeling of gentle tenderness towards combined with longing to know her, taste her, feel her, see her, own her. As their lips had met for the first time it felt like the jolt of energy when she had tapped his shoulder. Only stronger, more intense, more fantastic. As their had lips parted for the first time he closed his eyes and surrendered to the pure pleasure, feeling swallowed up by a soft, warm, gentle pleasure that had started on his lips and flowed down throughout his body caused him to buzz with excitement. He recalled becoming aware of the feeling the warmth in his cheeks as his face flushed red. Not wanting the moment to end as he had wrapped his hand behind her head, pulling her closer. Holding her. His other hand had taken her gently and squeezed it tenderly.

After what had seemed like an eternity they pull apart. He had been unable to resist gushing complements to her. As they sat holding each other close, both of them confessed they had never felt like that about anyone before.

Looking at his watch he realised that it is late. He gallantly offered to walk her home. Taking her hand as he had led her from the bar. She had shivered as they stepped outside and he had courteously wrapped his coat over her. Pretending all the while he was really too hot and trying to stifle his shivering and chattering teeth.

“Listen”, he said as he pulled her closer, “whatever happens we can promise each other that we will always remember how special, how incredible tonight felt.”
As he pulled her closely she nodded, as they had made a promise that would be kept for half a century and a lifetime of love.

Suddenly his consciousness returned to the present moment. The breathing has now stopped as he finds himself wiping a solitary tear from his eye. He turns as he feels the hand of his son on his shoulder. Gently pulling him away from the lifeless body. He recognizes a look of puzzlement and concern in the eyes of his family as he finds himself smiling.

radiantsoul: (Beauty in the world)
The atmosphere is strange and the room dimly lit; it is dominated by a large bed around which the family is gathered around. In the middle of the bed lies an elderly lady. Her frail body now seems grey, all the strength and energy drained away. The only sound in the room is the laboured sound of breathing. Suddenly she mutters something, to everyone else it seems inaudible, but not to him. He has known her for fifty years and he moves close to her lips so he can hear her last words. The promise. As he looks at her and listened, his mind drifted back to the first time...

His mind drifted back to the night before, despite all the years that had passed the memories still somehow seemed clearer than events that happened a few hours before. He had spent the evening trying on several outfits, using both a mirror and the advice of family members to assist in his choice. Finally he decided on something that he though presented himself in the best light. After a long shower he dosed himself liberally with his dad’s aftershave.

He remembered it had been particularly cold day as he stood nervously outside the cinema waiting for her. Every time a woman appeared in the distance he squinted, trying to work out if it was her. Every time it was not he had grown a little bit more disappointed. He passed the time by shuffling backwards and forwards. The nagging doubt in his mind started to grow and grow, maybe she wasn’t coming.

Suddenly he had felt a tap on his shoulder, like a jolt of electric running through his body. He spun around. She was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her dress seemed effortlessly stylish, her makeup accentuating her natural beauty. He was stunned by her. He was not sure whether to kiss her or hug her. Instead he had offered her a hand so, as if to shake it. Silently he cursed himself, feeling ashamed. But her gentle giggling had soon removed his embarrassment.

He sat and pretended to watch the film. All the while however his attention was really focused on her. Using his peripheral vision to study her face, that although poorly lit only by the flickering of the cinema screen seemed to him to be the most beautiful thing in the world. Building up the nerves to accidentally brush his forearm against hers.

As they left the cinema he suggested they head for a meal at a restaurant he knew. He felt slightly nervous as they headed towards the place, in reality he was not used to eating out and moreover was worried that it would be too expensive, but he knew she was the kind of girl he had to impress – whatever the cost.

The conversation flowed freely as they ate and he had felt himself growing bolder. He suggested they go for a quick drink at the bar. Sitting opposite her he had found himself staring into her eyes. The conversation had suddenly stopped, but it was not a nervous pause but something stronger. In that moment the rest of the room had seemed to fade away, all the sounds and images faded disappeared. All that mattered was her. Their eyes had locked for a period of. He recollected feeling a powerful force. Drawing them closer. Closer. It had all felt so natural, as he raised his hand and gently stroked a few strands of hair off her forehead. A feeling of gentle tenderness towards combined with longing to know her, taste her, feel her, see her, own her. As their lips had met for the first time it felt like the jolt of energy when she had tapped his shoulder. Only stronger, more intense, more fantastic. As their had lips parted for the first time he closed his eyes and surrendered to the pure pleasure, feeling swallowed up by a soft, warm, gentle pleasure that had started on his lips and flowed down throughout his body caused him to buzz with excitement. He recalled becoming aware of the feeling the warmth in his cheeks as his face flushed red. Not wanting the moment to end as he had wrapped his hand behind her head, pulling her closer. Holding her. His other hand had taken her gently and squeezed it tenderly.

After what had seemed like an eternity they pull apart. He had been unable to resist gushing complements to her. As they sat holding each other close, both of them confessed they had never felt like that about anyone before.

Looking at his watch he realised that it is late. He gallantly offered to walk her home. Taking her hand as he had led her from the bar. She had shivered as they stepped outside and he had courteously wrapped his coat over her. Pretending all the while he was really too hot and trying to stifle his shivering and chattering teeth.

“Listen”, he said as he pulled her closer, “whatever happens we can promise each other that we will always remember how special, how incredible tonight felt.”
As he pulled her closely she nodded, as they had made a promise that would be kept for half a century and a lifetime of love.

Suddenly his consciousness returned to the present moment. The breathing has now stopped as he finds himself wiping a solitary tear from his eye. He turns as he feels the hand of his son on his shoulder. Gently pulling him away from the lifeless body. He recognizes a look of puzzlement and concern in the eyes of his family as he finds himself smiling.

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