Friday, November 26th, 2010, 02:11pm EST
The darkness had fallen hard and fast. Now rain pounded the windshield with extreme force. I figured the next thing was for the temperature to drop a few more degrees and turn this shit to ice. That would have given a wonderful finale to this spectacular adventure. I squinted through the fogged window for some idea of what may be barreling towards me from the blackness ahead. As the rain hypnotized me into a relaxed funk, I thought back to the dealings of the last year and how I ended up fleeing your psychotic pit.
We had met at a literary convention a year ago. We immediately found a spark between us. I thought you were beautiful, smart, articulate, and had the most amazing green eyes. We talked, went out to dinner, and had a terrific time. We did not become physical, since neither of us wanted to rush into a relationship. We had both been burnt before. After I returned to New York and you to Utah, we began our long distanc ... Read more ...
Sunday, November 21st, 2010, 07:13pm EST
Flashing back to that morning still made me shutter. We had been laying naked in bed earlier that morning. You always woke up so beautiful. I rubbed your soft skin and just stared in amazement at you. Oh, how you hated that. You smiled and pull the covers up over your eyes. I jerked the back down, exposing one of your breasts and you shrieked. Then I tickled you until you could take no more. It had been a wonderful morning, until I got the call.
I sped to the hospital thinking the worst and hoping for the best. It was excruciating. I got to your room and you looked nothing like you had a few hours ago. Your face was swelled, your nose was broke, you had a tube in your throat, and your were in a coma. The policeman said a dump truck had crossed the center line and smashed into you. They had to cut you out of the car. He solemnly said, "I'm not sure why this girl is still alive." It seemed like an eternity before the doctor visited the room. He looked at some of the ... Read more ...
I sped to the hospital thinking the worst and hoping for the best. It was excruciating. I got to your room and you looked nothing like you had a few hours ago. Your face was swelled, your nose was broke, you had a tube in your throat, and your were in a coma. The policeman said a dump truck had crossed the center line and smashed into you. They had to cut you out of the car. He solemnly said, "I'm not sure why this girl is still alive." It seemed like an eternity before the doctor visited the room. He looked at some of the ... Read more ...
Sunday, November 14th, 2010, 09:50pm EST
We sipped our whiskey until midnight, raced to the lake, and danced in the moonlight. No music could be heard, except by you and I. The music came from within and in those days it never stopped. The weekend seemed to last for only a few seconds and now it feels like a lifetime ago. It's hard to believe the happiness we shared could ever be torn away. It was painfully torn away.
Our time together was short. At least, the happy time we shared was brief. I would take back all the pain and heartache I caused if possible. Do you think you would do the same. For many reasons, neither of us can make it right. I know even trying is out of the question. After all of the pain, I would do it all again. All of it.
I would come to your place and cook you dinner, we would sip whiskey all night talking about every aspect of our lives, and I would re-live our first kiss over and over. I would share the holidays with you and your family ... Read more ...
Sunday, November 14th, 2010, 01:12pm EST
Brooks McBangerson is one of those girls that never takes a compliment well. She was a young, smart, cute lass with a quirky sense of humor. We recently began carpooling to work, after my car took a dump on me. Brooks and I would have great conversations during the long drive and ,even though youth prohibited her grasping the full hilarity of my witty banter, we got along quite well; except for the helpful compliments I would give.
For instance, at least one morning a week, we would stop by a bakery so she could pick up a doughnut. Now this may seem quite innocent and I agree it is. The first time I let it slide. The second time I said, "Do you think eating that is such a good idea?" She looked at me as if I called her fat. To the contrary, I was simply suggesting an attractive girl like her may not want to eat that many doughnuts. Maybe my diction was misunderstood.
Misunderstanding number 2, I complimented her on the pants ... Read more ...
Saturday, November 13th, 2010, 10:29pm EST
I woke up with the sun beating through the thinly veiled, dirty window of the Dead River Inn, which is the finest hotel in Dead River. My throat was dry and cracked from dehydration. I walked to the window and pushed it open. A dry, dusty breeze blew across my sweaty torso. I was so sick of Dead River.
I grabbed a glass of dusty water from the dresser and gulped it down. It only intensified my thirst. I walked back to the window and scanned the lonely street. No one was out. A couple of tumbleweeds rolled along the sidewalks; seemingly obeying the pedestrian laws of Dead River. I couldn't remember how long I had been here or why I came in the first place. I'm sure it had something to do with you, but most everything does. Dead River wasn't the first nor would it be the last of soul sucking stops on this endless journey.
I watched a desert crow fly down, lazily glide past my window, and perch ... Read more ...
I grabbed a glass of dusty water from the dresser and gulped it down. It only intensified my thirst. I walked back to the window and scanned the lonely street. No one was out. A couple of tumbleweeds rolled along the sidewalks; seemingly obeying the pedestrian laws of Dead River. I couldn't remember how long I had been here or why I came in the first place. I'm sure it had something to do with you, but most everything does. Dead River wasn't the first nor would it be the last of soul sucking stops on this endless journey.
I watched a desert crow fly down, lazily glide past my window, and perch ... Read more ...
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