Post by Addy A on Jan 22, 2022 16:26:55 GMT -5
Are you insane like me? Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne like me? Just to pour that motherfucker down the drain like me? Would you use your water bill to dry the stain like me? |
Adelaide Ainsworth allowed her toes to wriggle through the yellow grains of sand as she stared into the sunset on the horizon. This was her favourite time of the day, the ebb and flow of the chaos of the previous hours of burning sunlight and the rush of the masses seemed to dissipate into droplets of fairy dust that fluttered away on the wind along with the rest of the troubles of the day. At least it felt that way. There was something about the changing light. As a child, she was always betwixt by the coming of the dawn. Now, as an adult, her time and place on the planet reversed, it was the falling of the night that left her bewitched. |
Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me? Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me? Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me? Saying that you shouldn't waste your pretty face like me? |
She was waiting for her daughter, Neveah. Neve had gone to the pier to ride the ferris wheel with Robbie and his mother, who even after the last few months, name still escaped her. |
And all the people say You can't wake up, this is not a dream You're part of a machine, you are not a human being With your face all made up, living on a screen Low on self-esteem, so you run on gasoline |
Backlit by the dusk, her eyes were drawn to the muscular frame of a giant man offset but his giant ginger, wearing his black hat backwards, his sweat glistens against the lay rays of sunlight as he exits the famed Muscle Beach. He catches her staring. Ending his workout he grabs his towel, wiping himself down he passes a sneaky smile in the direction of Adelaide. The butterflies tickle her belly. She looks at her toes in the sand. Time immeasurable passes by. It could be minutes, it was most likely second it felt like hours. And as is typical of every corner of Los Angeles, she was surrounded by the artificiality of the light. |
I think there's a flaw in my code (Oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, oh) These voices won't leave me alone Well, my heart is gold and my hands are cold |
“Heya,” his voice was deep, the tapping of his enormous hands on her right shoulder, caused her to turn around. Adelaide was met by his crotch by the inadvertent positioning. The natural outline inspired lust to feel her body. He must have sensed something was awry as he politely lowered his body to sit next to her. “Name’s Tristan.” He held hand to shake. “Addy.” She smiled, shaking his hand. The pair locked eyes. Something tickled. She looked away just as quickly. He was not Robbie Hope. |
Are you deranged like me? Are you strange like me? Lighting matches just to swallow up the flame like me? Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me? Pointing fingers 'cause you'll never take the blame like me? |
No one will EVER be Robbie Hope. She must have been lost in the moment, as he broke the strange silence with his voice, “You, ok?” “Yeh…” she said in a trailing whisper. Another awkward silence followed, it wasn’t obvious who was at fault between them, was it Adelaide and the flutters in the pit of the stomach she didn’t want to be feeling or was it the fact that despite his physique he seemed to lack the skills of social interaction. “What’re you doing?” it seemed like an obvious thing for him to ask. “Waitin’ for my kid.” unconsciously she smiled. He was cute, but damn he seemed uncomfortable. Adelaide watched him swallow. “I…I know you.” he stammered. Adelaide shrugged, “A lot of people do.” “I was a wrestler once too,” he said unsolicited. “Really?” Addy said with curiosity. “Spartan.” “Ironic timing…” she chuckled, just as her daughter arrived. |
