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Dream Date
Everyday is the same routine for me.. except the weekends, of course. I’ll be up before the sun, you know, early bird catches the worm. It’s still dark out as I step out and take a deep breath of dew. Mmmm. It’s chilly and looks like rain. I’d better hurry up. Usually there are always a few people at Central Park. This morning oddly no one was around. About half an hour later, sweat trickling down my cheek, I step onto a high rock to over look the park. I spot another jogger with their dog at the other side. “Good I wasn’t alone after all,” I think to myself. Clouds start to roll in, rain drops starts to fall and the wind picks up a little stronger. I’m already getting soaked! Exactly what I had dreaded. I’d better head home now! I start to jog down the now slippery rock cautious I don’t slip. You can picture me running frantically, leaves smacking me in the face, clothes and hair drenched. I could barely see. I stop under a dry clearing to take a break I’m so over it. A few minutes later the rain stops and I finally start walking out the park. Suddenly, I hear someone yelling, it sounded muffled but you could hear it was a man. I immediately go toward his voice...when I saw him I couldn’t believe it! He was covered in mud, bleeding from his knee and elbows. Although he was in an awful state, he was very handsome. Vanilla creme toned, low cut, his glasses were broken. I helped him up, he told me his name was Lucus. He had been jogging with his PitBull down the rocks and slipped, his dog Jet-bird got away. I know it wasn’t time for jokes but now I know where he got his name from. “This is like the worst first impression.” He exclaimed. I said, “ No, don’t worry about it I’m glad I heard you! I’d love to help find your dog.” He was very pleased we exchanged information. He told me he owned several businesses including a dog business. He was very upset about what happened. I tried comforting him, that every would turn out all right. We started walking toward the printing shop as I created a lost and found poster on my phone. I noticed he was tall, athletic and had a dimple when he smiled. He was doing that a lot. He kept thanking me, I guess he was really emotional about losing his dog. We got the posters, said later and I headed home it was time to go to work. As the day went along I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about my little encounter in the park with Lucus. I had a long day at work, got home late so I showered and knocked out. The next morning it was the same usual routine. I got to the park early this time in hopes of finding Jet-bird. I had been posting fliers outside and on social media. There are little trails in the park in between the trees so I decided to search there. Not even 5 minutes into the trail I spotted the PitBull laying on a bush very dehydrated. I was surprised no one had seen her. I called Lucus he said he would meet me at the entrance. I gently grabbed the dog and gave her water. She was very friendly and I know very relieved to have been found. I couldn’t imagine how her night was out in these woods. As I approached the park entrance I realized Lucus had flowers in his hand. He came up to me and hugged us. “Thank you so much my love, I have these flowers for you also I would love to take you out to dinner at one of my favorite restaurants, of course.” Now, the flowers I understand because I found his dog but a date? I was shocked but there were butterflies in my stomach. I hypnotically said yes with a huge grin on my silly face. Later that evening, I was home shyly applying lipgloss, wearing a red short silk dress and black opened toed red bottom Stilettos. Lucus was downstairs already waiting. “My queen you look very beautiful!” He was wearing a bright white collar shirt like his teeth with black slacks keeping it casual with some fire feets. I was excited to see what the night was about. We pulled up in his Mercedes G Class to this exclusive restaurant in soho. When we got to the restaurant we were greeted and seated at the vip section of the restaurant. The place was phenomenally decorated, the vibe and music was great, we were feeling really good. Our conversations were intriguing, eye contact was passionate, the food was delicious, we were having a good time. I’m not sure if it was how happy I was or if I was getting tipsy from the tasty Merlot wine that had probably snuck up on me. Unfortunately the night came to an end so I had thought. We went for a walk through Soho, made our way to the river side. The city lights, water, perfect weather and being with Lucus in that moment felt like a romantic fiction novel. He gazed at me amazed leaned in and kissed me, his lips were soft and wet. I liked it. He drove me home. “I had a great time, I would love to see you more my queen,”was what he told me. I couldn’t stop repeating it over and over in my head with a smile on my silly face.
By Shaira Vargas5 years ago in Humans
An Empty Glass
He sits at the table, running his hands over the impossibly stiff, smooth white fabric of the cloth, and he uncorks a bottle of Merlot (the good stuff), pouring a generous glass (real crystal) which he sniffs then sets back down, untasted. The restaurant is dark now, the lights all dimmed or off completely, the doors locked, the staff long-since departed into the night, the customers as well. The aromas of the tasting menu—the duck, the onion, the satsuma— have begun to settle and fade, while the ever-present underlying notes of garlic, rosemary, thyme—the familiar and faithful—remain steady and quiet in the background. He looks around, and in spite of the darkness, he knows the shape of the wooden chairs, the silken surface of the bar, the expensive art (all original) positioned on the walls just-so (the designer said each piece had to be a “statement”, her lipstick shockingly red, her black hair cut sharp and short. “This sets the tone,” she’d said with an exaggerated sweep of her arm, a tasteful array of bangles clattering together on her wrist. He had balked at the price-tag for all these strange dashes of framed colour, these hazy shapes that wanted to tell him a story but fell short. It was the one luxury his investors had readily agreed-to. “Very necessary to elevate the ambiance,” they’d nodded sagely, their expensive suits tailored and perfect).
By Alexandra Kelter5 years ago in Humans
In the Garden of Dreams
The crickets called softly in the night, and the water fell from the fountain as music. The first stars were emerging from the veil of blue dusk, and as she sat in the garden, among the twining vines bent with cascades of red roses, she felt as if she could touch them, and settle them as a crown upon her brow. They would be woven with the roses, and the soft twilight, and her skin would become the cool water in the fountain, her flesh the earth that held the vines anchored to this moment which felt eternal. The silence of the falling night and the breathless stars was heavy beneath the chords of the music of the garden and the darkening forest which bordered it.
By Silhouette5 years ago in Humans
Witch's Brew
Beyond the Grove The Witch had heard rumours of a University just past the grove. Apparently it's were topography liked to roam, but she was more intrigued by the limestone walls, which were said to stretch high enough to draw a silhouette against the moon. It was a fair cry from her quaint barn in the thicket, which she very much wished to leave. She had all the company she needed in the form of a stray cat that liked to let itself inside without invitation. But, on a particularly lonesome morning she found a gentle tug of curious yearning pulling at her like a string in the belly. She had let the string guide her, and when she coiled up that loose thread it lead her directly to were the grove met the city.
By Rachel M.J5 years ago in Humans
Unexpected Romance
After two weeks of texting, occasionally chatting on the phone, some flirting, and a lot of convincing I had finally agreed to go out on a date with TJ. It was something I had never actually intended to let happen. I was enjoying his attention, but I wasn’t in the market to be dating, though I hadn’t been in the market for dating in the traditional sense in a long while. TJ took me by surprise when he approached me. I know how to get a man’s attention when I want it but sitting in Starbucks sipping on a latte and reading a book, I was barely aware of anyone else in there let alone TJ. Yet the moment we started talking I smiled, flirted, turned on the charm almost automatically. To my surprise I gave him my real number, but he still thought my name was Tonya and I really didn’t know if I’d even bother to tell him the truth.
By Nathalie Clair5 years ago in Humans
The End Of Alone
She I struggle to meet his eyes over the glass of merlot that sits in front of me, which the waiter poured with a flourish at my stuttering request. Everything in the restaurant flickers, bathed in candlelight, and I fear the other diners will sense the threadbare nervousness of my presence. I stare into the wine and imagine myself immersed in its glowing red, sinking into the fire and blood of its rich color while the delicate piano music resonates through the liquid.
By Sarah Wernher5 years ago in Humans
Northwest Months & Years
The sports coat’s color darkened when he used it as shelter from the rain. He was thirty-two minutes late. She, in all of her tints beneath the table’s individual lighting––her canary gold, her cocktail dress not unlike others under other tablecloths––sat near the back. Beside her ran a floor-to-ceiling pane of glass that overlooked Madsney Avenue and the few cars that trailed up it.
By Calvin Spears5 years ago in Humans
Of Loss and Love
I wore a black dress. Fitted. Above the knee. My high heels made my feet feel like they’d bleed, but I wore them with my back straight and an obvious air of confidence that only I knew was significantly false. I pulled the handkerchief from my clutch and dabbed at the unfallen tears in my eyes, attempting to keep from ruining my recently-applied mascara. I placed a mannequin’s smile on my face and stepped into the overpriced restaurant in search of my date.
By Aliseya Williams 5 years ago in Humans
We'll Always Have Paris
We’ll Always Have Paris It was one week before Christmas in Paris. Snow lightly falling from the sky with the speed and essence of a snow globe, skies light grey with a hint of baby blue peeking through. Alexander is in the city on business for his vineyard he owns in Tuscany, he’s there to meet with the French grape proprietors to bring to Tuscany for his own vineyard. He’s been meeting the wine maker from the legendary Château Pétrus, the creators of arguably the most wonderful Merlot the world has ever been graced by. His meetings have gone exceptional so far, business will boom, and the two Wine makers will create a powerful conglomeration of European wines. Walking the streets of Paris Alexander can’t help to admire the history, culture, and sensual love naturally in the air of the city. He’s been single several years now focusing on his grapes and vines; lost in a life of simplicity, sophistication, success and emptiness. Alexander is a natural hopeless romantic at heart who loves love and appreciates having someone around to take care of, cook for, and admire. The dating scene hasn’t been kind to him but in all honesty the man named, Alexander, hasn’t been so great at putting himself out there to begin with. He hurts from a past love that betrayed him and doesn’t remember how to trust. Paris brings him an empty hope to love again.
By Alex Riola5 years ago in Humans
Our Last Date
“And a glass of merlot too, please,” Char hears herself say. Why did she do that? As if this so called date isn’t crazy enough already. She should’ve listened to Jen and went out with her new coworkers instead to, how did she put it? “Stop dwelling in the past and get a life, you’re only 40! You’re doing so much better! Maybe you’ll even manage to get laid before cobwebs start to--”
By Samantha DeTurk5 years ago in Humans
These arms of mine
William was flipping the wine bottle in half circles as he walked down the hall of the 14th floor. Apartment number 403 seemed strange in the fact that 14 and 400 were only connected in numeral form. He paused in-front of the door and took a few quick breathes like he was trying to steady his breathing before a meditation. He ran his hand through his hair and let out a final deep sigh as he rang the doorbell. Marilyn answered the door and gave a warm smile. “Hey there” she said. “Were you able to find parking? The street fills up around this time of night.”
By Marcos Vergara5 years ago in Humans
