curiouser and curiouser
The bell on the door chimes, signaling the arrival of some new lonely soul. I look up, and I see her. Not just her, but her. She has dark eyes and black hair. She looks mysterious in a way that clearly signals that she’s not trying at all. My cigarette burns alone in the ashtray, and the smoke gets in my eyes, but I don’t even notice.
obsession
He asked what my name was. I didn't tell him. I thought it would be kind of pointless. It would just be another name in the crowd of names that he's ever heard.
two caps of ecstasy
I put the store-borrowed basket on the black conveyor belt, grabbing the attention of the girl. She looked up at me, and a flicker of something that looked like either hope or joy came across her eyes. "Hi, how are you this morning?" she asked, still looking at me as she scanned the groceries.
two steps closer
For awhile, I was too preoccupied to look for her, until I heard a ringing golden laughter in my ears. She was talking to Zac, who had cracked some joke or another. He threw his head back in laughter at something she had said. She knelt by his side to take a picture with him. He put an arm around her and pulled her close before she held the camera out and snapped a picture. She thanked him, and moved two steps closer to me. I could feel my heart racing...
we could get coffee
We curled up in our winter coats and took a walk through a park that was close by, listening to the snow crunch under our feet and talking about Christmas with our families. He had six siblings - three brothers and three sisters. His parents had been high school sweethearts. They were really into the whole family thing. I found it incredibly charming that he was so into his family. The look of love and care on his face when he talked about them was astounding.
white christmas
I looked out the window at the sun shining through my window. Sighing, I placed a photo of my parent's best friend's sons, the Hansons, and I into a box. I took a second look at the picture, noticing that we were all dressed in sweaters and long pants. "That was a cold Christmas." I whispered as I looked out the window again. I had always loved cold, snowy Christmases, and I wasn't going to get one this year. My family had decided to move from Tulsa to Florida, and I doubted there would be snow in Florida.
