Saturday, March 31, 2007
The Next Line 21
Background: When the motorcycle ran out of gas, ending up in a pile of dirt by the side of the road seemed funny, at first.
Each time Vince looked at me, everything got funnier, until I finally threw myself face-down into the dirt so I wouldn’t have to look at him. I had almost gotten myself under control, when Vince patted my shoulder, then tipped my face toward his and began wiping the streaks of mud off my cheeks.
And then he kissed me.
That stopped my giggles quick. I jumped to my feet and began brushing myself off. “You shouldn’t do that.”
I couldn’t think of a good reason, so I gave him the first that came to mind. “I’m married.”
“Where’s your husband?”
“I don’t know.”
“He left a pretty girl like you?”
“I’m not pretty. And no, he didn’t leave me. I left him.”
“Then it shouldn’t matter if—”
“No,” I told him. “It’s complicated. Please don’t ask me to explain.”
We both looked in silence at the no longer brand-spanking-new Harley. He sighed and gazed at me with disappointed puppy eyes, and said, "I suppose, Mrs. Williams, this means you won't be buying the bike after all?"
Dialogue: bunnygirl.....The Next Line: ril
Posted by Evil Editor at 9:45 AM