Monday, December 1, 2008

He couldn't help himself. Forgetting Randy, he pushed through the doors, and the warmth, the music engulfed him. The conversations stilled for a moment as he walked through the doors, but Elvis sang on, and Violet turned to him. His breath caught in his throat as he saw she recognised him. Without looking, Joe sensed the bar door open. Some small part of him woke up. He still knew every creak and motion of this place as well as the home he grew up in. Randy was at his wing again - just like old times.

She folded her arms. He noticed she was wearing an apron. She was obviously working in the bar these days. He thought she might have moved away years ago.

'So, look who's blown into town.' Her voice had an edge to it, a harshness he didn't remember. As he moved closer he saw she was just as beautiful as he remembered - her eyes had dark smudges now at the corners, fine lines, but his heart still leapt. After all these years of thinking of her everyday, then every few days, every once in a while, here he was again ...

4 comments:

scarlet-blue said...

LOL!!!
Sx

Kate Lord Brown said...

It's classic isn't it? I was so curious to see if this is what would happen! Like a collective consciousness ranging from Hawaii to Norway at the last count. Will they, won't they? Where are they? Why did he go? This feels like one of those Saturday Flash Gordons ...

Rowena said...

Okay. I am loving this. I didn't know it would be so fun.

It's okay if my novel languishes for the day... I did just write over 50 thousand words.

Kate Lord Brown said...

Absolutely rosymamacita - we can afford to have some fun!