Monday, 3 October 2011

Wow - Song Bird - Choose Your Own Adventure ..........

Write On Wednesdays

Write On Wednesdays Exercise 17: This week, we are going with Karen's idea for an open choice week. So take a look at the old writing exercises (you can find them listed in my sidebar: WoW Writing Exercises), find one you'd like to try (or retry!) and link it up to the linky below. Short and simple instructions this week. If time is an issue perhaps you would like to try one of the 5 minute stream of consciousness exercises. 

Last week I wrote about one of the men who had been an influence on Rock Chicks life, but it wasn't the first post I wrote for the prompt.

That was about someone else .......

Fast forward just under a year from the last post ...........

"Rose Tinted Glasses"

“Run your fingers through my soul. For once, just once, feel exactly what I feel, believe what I believe, perceive as I perceive, look, experience, examine, and for once; just once, understand.”

She turned off the TV just as the familiar theme tune started to play and the credits began to roll.

It’s true what they say she thought tapping the remote against her chin as she pondered on the events that had just been played out before her.

Sometimes real life does reflect drama, or is it the other way around?

She cast her mind back to the first time she had seen him.

She felt like she already knew him. She already knew he was going to be so very important to her.

She got there a little early.  After all, he had come all this way to see her, she didn't want him to feel uncomfortable in a strange place.

She thought she’d feel more nervous but she was calm other than the small fluttering of anticipation deep inside.

She smiled as she thought of the scene earlier at home.

She had known exactly what she was going to wear.

 It might be February but the dress was still perfect.  Shades of deep blue, Flirty, it touched and skimmed. The handkerchief hemline ending several inched above her knee. Worn with high suede heels and sheer stockings, a cashmere shrug covering her shoulders and arms against the chill of the evening.

“Mum, I can see the tops of your stockings”.  She turned to survey her back view in the mirror. Damn, damn, damn! The cut of the hemline revealed the tell tale edge of lace as she walked.  

There was no time to think, she had to go now or she would be late!  Letting the dress slide to the floor she stepped out of the puddle of blue kicked off the high heels and unclipped her stockings.  Pulling on a pair of favourite jeans a plain white tee shirt and a brown suede jacket she zipped up the long chocolate brown boots and grabbed her bag.

He was late.......  

The minutes ticked by, every sound was intensified. The scraping of a bar stool. Sounds from the kitchen. The chink of ice in her glass.  

Her phone buzzed making her jump. His name flashing up on the screen  “I’m here, where are you”?

She looked around in confusion, her view of the door was unimpeded, surely she couldn’t have missed him.

“Where exactly are you” she asked. “ I’m standing outside the Market House”.  Suddenly the confusion cleared and she laughed.  “I’m in the Moat House” she replied, “stay exactly where you are, I’ll come and find you”.

It was only much later that he confessed how nervous he had been.  They sat side by side on the huge cream sofa in the gallery overlooking the bar below.  Their bodies turned slightly towards each other, knees almost touching.

Slowly, slowly, they got to know each other, sharing, smiling, learning, laughing.

Later, as they walked under the archway through the cobbled street a man passing by called out, “she’s way out of your league mate”.  Neither of them said a word both suppressing a smile at his drunken comment.  They would laugh about it later..... Was it true .........?

They sat side by side again. This time on a wooden pew. Drinks untouched in front of them.  Talking with more ease, still  laughing. 

Knowing that this was just the start.  

The start of something that could ... if they let it ... last a lifetime....

She turned towards him, her face alight with laughter. He studied her silently.  Gradually the laughter faded and became something else.  He moved closer. Their breath mingled.  His lips touched hers, softly at first,exploring the contours of her mouth gently and then more insistently. The world shrank to that moment in time .......

They shared a taxi. Dropping her at home first, he opened his door and got out. Wanting this last opportunity to touch her, to kiss her as she left.

"I’ll call you he said". 

She knew he would.

Logging on to Facebook she smiled as she typed, ‘the mark of a great evening is not having to remove your makeup because the tears of laughter have already done it for you’.

She thought he understood how fragile her heart was. 

She had thought he would keep it safe .......


spring days, new growth said...

The Cure! First band I ever saw live! 1978/9 on their first tour to Australia!!
This is a beautiful song and your piece fills with possibility and wistfullness just as the song does.Takes me back in more ways than one...:)

Anonymous said...

You have ended it well! A bitter edge to an otherwise positive story. Good job.

Stephanie said...

I can relate to your character's moment with the dress. LOL. Something like that always happens when you are getting ready for a date.
You told a romantic story with such grace. Loved every line!! Great job! :)

Lillie McFerrin said...

I felt every emotion as I read this. Nice work!!

Naomi said...

Nice writing. As usual, it sucked me in from the start.

Anonymous said...

I really liked the Facebook status. Definitely caught the the nervousness & anticipation of a date. Well written!

Lene said...

Brilliantly written! I actually had goosebumps reading it as you described the whole situation so well. I could easily picture each scene in my head. Wonderful Sarah.

Eloise said...

awwww. I remember feeling like that. Although Facebook wasn't around then :) There's nothing like that first flush of feeling is there. You captured it so well, I felt happy for her....and afraid for her heart at the same time, but probably because Im way too cynical these days lol

InkPaperPen said...

Love the song choice!

I agree that you write this elegantly, romance and love are hard things to write about but this read honestly and realistically.

Gill xo

Kerry said...

Great job with this piece. I don't know the song, but I think you have done well with its interpretation. I pictured every move they made in my head. Well written descriptions and imagery.

Kimberlee said...

Nicely done. I love the Cure. :D

Sarah Mac said...

Thank you all for your comments.

Sorry I haven't replied individually as I usually do but I do really appreciate them all.

Sif said...

Oh, the words, the words, they flow and glide so smoothly along the page. Your writing is easy on the eye. I really enjoyed this (can you tell). One thing, just a technical thing, ellipses are like good luck, they come in threes... That dress would have been perfect for a February evening in Melbourne, too bad about the glimpse of lace! Well done!

Sarah Mac said...

Thank you Sif, such a lovely comment and yes, you are right. I need to curb my desire to emphasise when it's at the expense of grammar :)

Laura Maria said...

This was a nice, realistic piece and very well written.

Anonymous said...

Interesting, contemporary piece. I liked how there was a feeling that the individaul felt closer to the TV characters and more comfortable with them, than actual people. It touches how wec an be so disconnected to the world in a socitey full of connections, albeit electronic ones.