The International Writers Magazine: Three Minute Adult Fiction
Baby Blue: Something More and Something Less One Afternoon
Ryan J Moore
Her legs crossed, a cigarette in
one hand and a drink in the other, she was a sulking beauty of
twenty five: The so-called unattainable type. She was glamorous,
long blonde hair, soft features that were free of blemish. Bad
boys, rich boys, model types, I wasnt like any of them.
I sat at the opposite end of the bar, about twice her age. Still
had good looks, but I was burnt out on the ordinary life. With
the AC busted, it was too hot to waste any energy on a dead-end
move. Not even flies batted a wing in this heat.
I ambled over to
her and observed little things - details - available to use as fodder
for conversation. Yet words never win a woman over - thats the
realm of the unspoken. The fact that I wasnt anything special
worked in my favor. She never saw me coming, and I spotted the baby
blue scarf lying atop her purse.
"How do you do, Im Rick
She paused, "Amanda
" If she was complete bitch, I wouldnt
have even gotten her name. Contact: I shook her hand and asked if she
didnt mind some company.
It was the middle of the afternoon. The shades were drawn and the lights
dimmed. We sat alone in the hotel bar. Location, location, location:
Hotel bars are ideal settings for a pick- up. The area code changes
and so do the morals. When something raw, dark and wild crawls to the
surface, I try to be around. Didnt ask about men, the job
I never tell a woman she is beautiful, that's amateurish and limp-dicked.
I started with the scarf.
"A striking color
She touched it. I desired her caress. Deep breath...I offered her a
cigarette and a round. I asked her to put the scarf on, saying it was
a shame she wasnt wearing it. A quick joke and she laughed. Standing
behind her I fixed the scarf so it was just right. Looking over her
shoulder into the mirror, her eyes were starring back at me. It was
moment to make a play. She was contemplating something more. She winked.
"Lets go upstairs," I said, Romeo with whiskey breath.
She agreed. Into the room
I pushed her on the bed. She wanted to
be knocked down, ravished, taken... Panties blue like the scarf; her
"Its so good
" she whispered. Deep kisses: Cotton
candy for our souls. I let my lust unravel slowly. Never one to disappoint.
An hour later I walked out before the lies walked in. Sunlight upon
my face I felt like a million bucks: Big yellow Cadillac, windows down,
and my blood feeling cool. I didnt ask her to meet again. I hunted
meal by meal. Maybe I should get some help? No, I could hide it all
for a few more years... Losing my thoughts in the Holy Trinity: a drink
first and a cigarette last.
© Ryan Moore November 2005
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