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..What Are You Waiting For?

She had a real calm smile; it took its time creeping up into her eyes. And there she was looking up at me.
She was sitting, right down there on the sidewalk, up against the wall of the bank. Her hand was wrapped around a red pen; buried into a magazine.
And I was walking by her.
Her eyes were brown.
I did not smile back at her. One can never be too sure about anyone who is downtown.

A few days later; it was grey and chilly, and I saw her again. With the same simple smile; this time growing into recognition.
She stood just inside the entrance way of the video store, ducked, despite the fact she was barley five feet tall and the doorway was at least ten. Funny girl, I thought.
Her smile passed by quickly, and then she bent her head down, to the inside of another magazine. She took a long, lipstick drag off a cigarette.

"What are you doing?" she asked, when I was passing by her a day and a half later. And I stopped my step, for I was truly stumped. I looked down at my brown shoes, and for lack of better wording, “Walking," is what I said.
"No, you're not," she said to me and her brown eyes asked me if I were stupid.
"Yes, I am," I said, agreeing to everything, and started myself moving again.

I saw her the week after.
"Who you going to see?" she asked me, offhand, like she knew me.
"A man about a dog," I replied.
And we both smiled bright and big at each other, but I did not stop walking this time.

Tuesday then, and she was sitting underneath a shade tree. Head bent; hair tousled over shoulders, onto her black sweater. I watched the strands of her hair move with the air, when she looked up and at me.
And this time her quiet smile let me know she was happy to see me and it made me stop walking; it made me smile back at her.
"What would you rather be doing?" she wanted to know.
So I told her.
Jesus Christ, I did not even call into work.
She took off my shirt, the minute I shut the apartment door behind us.
We fucked right there in my hallway and after we were done, she asked me another question.
"Where is your dog?"
Funny, funny girl.

Comments

mig bardsley said…
Been waiting for this. It's a gem, lyrical with a bite.
Do/will you write novels?
Terrible lie said…
BRADLEE GOT 4 A'S AND 9 B'S!!!
THAT IS ALL ...HE DID SO WELL AND I AM SOOO PROUD!!
Anonymous said…
Thanks so very much for taking your time to create your blog. Excellent work
Queenie said…
I like you, Victor.
Whoever you are :)

Q
Brian said…
Never trust anyone with a real calm smile.
Queenie said…
Ahhh...
you can trust everyone for something...

Q
AJ in Nashville said…
If Mig only knew... *LOL*

That was fun, Q. Excellent.

BTW, YGM

:)
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