Angelique Gamez
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One Last Caress
Teenage angst you ask? Dating the tall, dark, sexy skater boy with long curly hair and a six-pack, whom your mother absolutely loathed. That was my teenage angst. Because of him, I grew an everlasting love for a specific band called Misfits. The song Saturday Night was our favorite song. One that he would sing, loudly into my ear as we laid wrapped in each other's arms on my family sofa. And which is now part of my everyday playlist.
By Angelique Gamez5 years ago in Beat
The Woman at the Bar
I sat at the bar and politely flashed a smile at the bartender. He flashed a smile in reciprication. I ordered a drink, the usual, a glass of Merlot. It was a stressful week at work so this was my way of unwinding, at this particular bar and in this particular chair. The aesthetics of the bar were warm and inviting with the dim lighting and the soft candle light from the candles strewn about the bar. And of course, my favorite, the fireplace. I loved to sit and gaze into the fire while drinking and listening to the soft rock music the bar played. And that was it, thats all i needed to unwind from the stress of being a therapist Monday through Friday. As i sat in thought, not really thinking. All of a sudden, my trance into the fire became dark, blocked. My vision began to focus and i see a man sat right in my view. He was tall and handsome and reminded me of a lumberjack with his salt and pepper beard and his red and black flannel shirt. Despite all that, i began to become irritated with the fact that he blocked my view of the fire. He noticed me staring, with which my face had to have bore a sour look.
By Angelique Gamez5 years ago in Horror
