He shook his head and shivered out his senses of what would be the night. He turned the key, resting his battered car, closed the dented door and walked to the second floor apartment. Knocked calling an acknowledgement of attention aching inside him for a hopeful return. Appearing on the other side stood a young woman supple in every sense which was only enhanced by her ability to dress with accents of grace. She stood, smiled, and smelled of virginity.
Ready?
Yeah, just gotta lock up.
Walk down the steps, open door, talk, meander, laugh, anecdote, her anecdote, his anecdote to add to her anecdote;
Weird.
I know I couldn’t believe it.
Exit into a restaurant, jackets come off, revealing, seated, treated, eating, drinking; laughter, questions of his side, her side; she talked more. He asked wanting to be a hearer to her. She seemed a sophistication of all simplicity. His greatest ability was to believe and his greatest defeat came in imaginations ability to insult him. Bill came, tip, talk, walk out, door twice over, engine alive anew, driving a hit and miss bliss back full circle; parked, engine dies, tries to tie his doubts to the seat. Enters air of nights blackness and touting lights loom long away, ask to stay, ask away, walking up steps to a second floor door, routines chore.
Thanks,
You’re welcome.
Hug, snug for a second, beckoned a kind of kindness unreturned. Down stairs, who cares, kick of the car, another scar, ignition again drive thinking of another for hopes to hover about and tout, smiling mad and letting lyrics leave like love, “perceptions pleasure, true to you nothings new; everything but one; more than someone there for fun.”
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