"Why do you do that?" Teasing.
"Do what?" Caught off guard.
"Smile like an idiot when I walk in the room." Laughing, joking.
"I... I didn't. I just wasn't expecting you this early..." Nervous.
"I'm actually late." Sits beside.
"Oh, I must have lost track of time." Lying.
"It doesn't matter. Give me some of that blanket."
"Do you want the remote?"
"What's on?"
"I was watching this dumb movie."
"What's it about?" Leaning.
"Two people, unexpected friendship, the usual."
"Do they fall in love?" Smiling.
"I haven't seen the ending." Bites lip.
"Maybe we should keep watching." Silence.
Stories don't need names or faces. They can start and stop where you want. They need a writer, a reader, and imagination. These two people are who you want them to be.
Just a girl that's still unequipped for the real world, but working on it; one blog post at a time.
Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story. Show all posts
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Ralph and the Bath
"And where were you, Mister?"
Blink.
"Don't look at me like that."
Woof...
"Ralph, do not use that tone on me." Ralph bows his head and sticks out his tongue, not so much as in a gaped mouthed, playful way, but in defeated anguish with just the tip showing. His scrunched up face giving him the look of absolute sorrow.
"Apology accepted. Now, you need a B-A-T-H." Mary spells out the b-word as to not alarm Ralph. Bath is one of his trigger words. Others include: walk, bad, bye-bye in the car, and balloon (something to do with his complicated childhood). Mary doesn't want Ralph to flip out in his current, muddy state. She pictures Ralph getting too overwhelmed and... jumping... on her... white... couch cushions. She visibly cringes and shakes her head to try and make the image disappear.
Grabbing an organic dog biscuit, Mary tries to lure Ralph into the bathroom where lukewarm, sudsy water awaits the rambunctious pug. Ralph shows no interest to the biscuit made with real, green, leafy vegetables. Mary sighs and switches it for a treat that resembles bacon. She only bought the organic ones in an attempt to change the round body of Ralph into something more oval.
Sniff, sniff.
Mary waves the fake bacon in her hand slowly from side-to-side as she walks backwards towards the bathroom in an awkward crouch, beckoning Ralph. He waddles over to the treat, trying to taste the flavor that fills his tiny nostrils and makes his head swim.
With no recollection of how he ended up there, Ralph and Mary face each other in the bathroom. She gracefully closes the door and laughs at Ralph a little too manically for his liking. His little ears press against his head as realization dawns on him.
He's in what the human calls 'bathroom'. He smells hints of lilac and vanilla, common scents traced to cleanliness. He looks at the porcelain object referred to as 'bath', with it's bubbly substances spilling out, and up at the human which he loves. The human that takes him on walks and pets him for hours. The human that feeds him and feeds him again. How could human do this to Ralph?
Mary knows the light-bulb went off as the pug's face turns to horror and betrayal. Her heart breaks a little staring into his eyes. She frowns and squats down to pet him, the treat still securely out of reach. She sees his short fur coated with dirt and smells traces of wilderness on him. She knows what must be done.
Mary waves the treat in front of Ralph's face again. He snaps out of his trance and becomes memorized by the Ecstasy within reach. She tosses the bacon substance into the tub and Ralph soon follows suit without a second thought. Content with the treat, Ralph allows Mary to clean him and all is right in their world again.
Ralph loves human; Mary loves Ralph.
Blink.
"Don't look at me like that."
Woof...
"Ralph, do not use that tone on me." Ralph bows his head and sticks out his tongue, not so much as in a gaped mouthed, playful way, but in defeated anguish with just the tip showing. His scrunched up face giving him the look of absolute sorrow.
"Apology accepted. Now, you need a B-A-T-H." Mary spells out the b-word as to not alarm Ralph. Bath is one of his trigger words. Others include: walk, bad, bye-bye in the car, and balloon (something to do with his complicated childhood). Mary doesn't want Ralph to flip out in his current, muddy state. She pictures Ralph getting too overwhelmed and... jumping... on her... white... couch cushions. She visibly cringes and shakes her head to try and make the image disappear.
Grabbing an organic dog biscuit, Mary tries to lure Ralph into the bathroom where lukewarm, sudsy water awaits the rambunctious pug. Ralph shows no interest to the biscuit made with real, green, leafy vegetables. Mary sighs and switches it for a treat that resembles bacon. She only bought the organic ones in an attempt to change the round body of Ralph into something more oval.
Sniff, sniff.
Mary waves the fake bacon in her hand slowly from side-to-side as she walks backwards towards the bathroom in an awkward crouch, beckoning Ralph. He waddles over to the treat, trying to taste the flavor that fills his tiny nostrils and makes his head swim.
With no recollection of how he ended up there, Ralph and Mary face each other in the bathroom. She gracefully closes the door and laughs at Ralph a little too manically for his liking. His little ears press against his head as realization dawns on him.
He's in what the human calls 'bathroom'. He smells hints of lilac and vanilla, common scents traced to cleanliness. He looks at the porcelain object referred to as 'bath', with it's bubbly substances spilling out, and up at the human which he loves. The human that takes him on walks and pets him for hours. The human that feeds him and feeds him again. How could human do this to Ralph?
Mary knows the light-bulb went off as the pug's face turns to horror and betrayal. Her heart breaks a little staring into his eyes. She frowns and squats down to pet him, the treat still securely out of reach. She sees his short fur coated with dirt and smells traces of wilderness on him. She knows what must be done.
Mary waves the treat in front of Ralph's face again. He snaps out of his trance and becomes memorized by the Ecstasy within reach. She tosses the bacon substance into the tub and Ralph soon follows suit without a second thought. Content with the treat, Ralph allows Mary to clean him and all is right in their world again.
Ralph loves human; Mary loves Ralph.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
She & He
He came up behind her. His barely audible footsteps were put to the test with an old wooden floor. His cover was blown.
She could tell that he wasn't breathing. She wished they were outside. She wished that his footsteps had been muted by birds softly singing or simply a gust of wind that went towards him, and not her so that his unique sent wouldn't give him away either. Even though the surprise was gone, adrenaline still pumped through her veins.
He knew that his plan was foiled as soon as he started across the floor. If he could hear his footsteps, than she could tell that he wasn't breathing because she didn't miss much. He wished that he would have found her outside. The sounds of nature would cover up his entrance, whether it be the buzzing of the summer insects or the breeze rolling in and dragging her sweet scent with it. He wondered if she can hear his heart pounding as well.
She didn't turn around, she just kept pretending that these flowers needed to be arranged. She could tell he was still behind her, but that he was trying to take things very slow as to muffle his footsteps that were already heard clear as day. She hoped that he didn't know that she knew.
He watched her shoulders move as she diddled with the flowers, trying to make herself look busy. He still hasn't taken a breath because he knows that it will make her turn and pretend that she didn't hear the footsteps the whole time. He just wanted to surprise her.
He needed to rethink his surprise in the time it took him to put down his right foot as he had already lifted it to take the last step to her. The initial plan was foiled by betraying floorboards, but the surprise could still be there. He planted his right foot on the ground, without worrying about being quiet, nestled his hand in her shoulder and barely whispered, "Tag, you're it," before pivoting and bolting for the staircase. It felt good to breathe again; it felt better to laugh again.
She felt his presence right behind her and wondered how he was going to make himself officially known to her. She heard a loud, careless footstep right behind her. She felt a warm, familiar hand on her shoulder. And then, "Tag, you're it." She did not expect the voice she knew so well to say words that she had not heard for ages. She turned around just in time to see him running for the stairs and hear his infectious laugh echo down the staircase.
Once they were outside they were free. They ran barefoot because they could. They laughed together because they were kids again and nothing else mattered but the moment they stopped being Her and Him, and became Them.
She could tell that he wasn't breathing. She wished they were outside. She wished that his footsteps had been muted by birds softly singing or simply a gust of wind that went towards him, and not her so that his unique sent wouldn't give him away either. Even though the surprise was gone, adrenaline still pumped through her veins.
He knew that his plan was foiled as soon as he started across the floor. If he could hear his footsteps, than she could tell that he wasn't breathing because she didn't miss much. He wished that he would have found her outside. The sounds of nature would cover up his entrance, whether it be the buzzing of the summer insects or the breeze rolling in and dragging her sweet scent with it. He wondered if she can hear his heart pounding as well.
She didn't turn around, she just kept pretending that these flowers needed to be arranged. She could tell he was still behind her, but that he was trying to take things very slow as to muffle his footsteps that were already heard clear as day. She hoped that he didn't know that she knew.
He watched her shoulders move as she diddled with the flowers, trying to make herself look busy. He still hasn't taken a breath because he knows that it will make her turn and pretend that she didn't hear the footsteps the whole time. He just wanted to surprise her.
He needed to rethink his surprise in the time it took him to put down his right foot as he had already lifted it to take the last step to her. The initial plan was foiled by betraying floorboards, but the surprise could still be there. He planted his right foot on the ground, without worrying about being quiet, nestled his hand in her shoulder and barely whispered, "Tag, you're it," before pivoting and bolting for the staircase. It felt good to breathe again; it felt better to laugh again.
She felt his presence right behind her and wondered how he was going to make himself officially known to her. She heard a loud, careless footstep right behind her. She felt a warm, familiar hand on her shoulder. And then, "Tag, you're it." She did not expect the voice she knew so well to say words that she had not heard for ages. She turned around just in time to see him running for the stairs and hear his infectious laugh echo down the staircase.
Once they were outside they were free. They ran barefoot because they could. They laughed together because they were kids again and nothing else mattered but the moment they stopped being Her and Him, and became Them.
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