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Cold feet

2007-07-16T15:42:16Z

She’d had cold feet for weeks. ‘Am I really supposed to spend the rest of my life with this man?’ She was so young, only 23, with possibly 70 more years infront of her. Seventy more years? With one man? She’d hardly lived yet.
And neither had Brian when he killed himself.
It was a nice day for a white wedding. All arrangements had been made and everything had gone according to plan. But no one but Laura saw this coming.
She hadn’t shown at the wedding. No one could find her.
But after a week, Brian found his gun. And Laura found him. In a pool of blood. She fell to the ground weeping, touched his bare foot. Cold. Who knew?

Psychics, schmycics

2007-07-16T00:45:47Z

Anyone want to tell me why don’t we ever hear about the psychic that won the lottery?

Summer Is Here @ Seaside, NJ

2007-07-16T00:39:29Z

The sun set hours ago, but it is still light. The neon glow of the Sleaze side Heights Boardwalk could possibly cause an aneurism and the sight of the many hair-gelled, overly cologned, guidos and their accompanying big-breasted, “Italia” t-shirt-wearing girlfriends might lower your IQ. But somehow, you survive that which is the epitome of “Dirty Jer-z”. You consume some of the most fattenting (yet admittedly AMAZING ) foods and desserts while spending you life savings trying to win that totally cool, too-small-for-a-5-year-old, motor scooter by throwing darts at balloons. Ahh… summer is here.

High-heels, Part II

2007-07-16T00:10:06Z

I return the broken shoe and reach in my bag for my bottle of water. It’s not cold, but it’s wet. A hand is placed on my shoulder. It’s Michael’s. I love his hands. Strong and rough, not smooth like mine. “Everything okay?” He hands me some kind of drink. It’s cold, I don’t care what it is.
“Yeah,” I gulp down half the drink in seconds “Liz went off with a guy, but she’s going to meet us back at the hotel.”
“Was that smart?”
“She’ll call us.” She needed to get out anyway. She’s been the third wheel most of this vacation. Kevin dumped her just days before we left for Italy. And as if Michael read my mind…
“Good,” he pauses and smiles, “You want to head off by ourselves, too?” I nod and smile back.
He takes my hand in his, we both finish our drinks and head out of the club. I’m shoeless, but I feel ten feet tall anyway.

High-heels

2007-07-14T18:02:00Z

I dance until my high-heeled shoe brakes. My luck. I stop, look Michael in the eyes. He is smiling. Oh how I just want to grab him and kiss him right there. I smile back instead. “One second” I say as my voice cracks a little, trying to yell above the music. “What’s up?” He asks. I hold up the broken shoe in response. “Oh.” “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” I gesture that I’m going back to the small table where we had sat an hour before. Still it feels like a lifetime that I’d been on that dancefloor. I leave Michael and hurry back to the table to drop my shoe and a half. I am stopped by my best friend Liz. “Kate, I met a guy!” she screams at me, grabbing my shoulders, jumping up and down. “Really? That’s great!” I say, half laughing. “I know!” she says and looks over her shoulder, “Kate, I’m going to go with him. I’ll meet you back at the hotel.” “Okay, okay. But be careful. Please.” I beg. I’m not her mother, but I dont need her to go missing. “I know, I know. I’ll call you” she promises.

Back to my night.

#1

2007-07-08T16:24:44Z

Devon let the sounds Jack’s Mannequin flow through her earphones and fill her head as she laid down on her bed.

”... you need someone to save. Someone like me, someone who’s not brave, someone who’s not free.”

Oh, how she wished he could save her.