rain and metal made her happy. crisp fall days with a breeze that was fatherly in its affection. snow that fell from high branches. the best kind of mist. she closed her eyes, and felt the rain washing off her make-up. she once read a poem about make-up. what were woman not hiding who went in the clear. with an evident not so clear complexion. did she want to hide? she wanted to hide from the loveless but how could she know unless she first showed them herself? it was a hard question.
a man was looking at her. he was a man though he couldn’t yet be twenty. he had one foot on a long board. black bangs in his eyes. a radiohead t-shirt. and tooth and nail messenger bag. would he be her husband one day. he looked away. skate-boarded away. she had always wanted to learn how to do that. it was close to flying. gliding along the ground. taking to the air. she wanted to fly. so much. she wanted with everything to fly. God give me wings. fly with me.
she must meet this Spirit.
was he watching her right now. or were only the stars. she knew the stars had souls. were watching over her. hating those who hated her. loving those who loved her for her sake. she closed her eyes and felt the rain. liquid stars.
was God a star. or was only the devil.
she must meet this spirit.
he looked over his shoulder. she was enjoying the rain. it made her beautiful.
she knew that many of the things she did were solely so that she could make sure she was different than everyone else. so that she was weird. so that she was lovable. would he ever love her? the boy with the long-board and the radio t-shirt and the tooth and nail bag. she scrounged around in her purse and brought out her ipod. rain and metal made her happy. and owl city and taylor swift on a slight ocassion.
her name was Lovey. a nostalgic name from the roaring twenties her mother had never known. her father hadn’t wanted a say.
his name was Alaric. everyone called him ric. sometimes he didn’t like that.
did God give them their names?
they must meet this Spirit. later.
i LOVE it!
ReplyDeletethat's all i have to say.
now post more prose.
:-)
This is great; you are really talented! Can't wait to read more :)
ReplyDeleteby the way, can you please translate the title!! I have no idea what it means ha :)
ReplyDeleteThanks XD
ReplyDeleteit means The Great Spirit of Wonder in Welsh