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    Pyromance 11

    Story written on July 22, 2007 by New Dawn Fades.
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    Loosing a feelin’, that I couldn’t give away. Countin and breathin, disappearin in the fade…..

    Pyromance 11

     

     

     

     

     

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    When I got to her door the guard waved me in with his hand. No reporters where around as it was close to 1 in the morning. There was a storm that kept me from leaving New York on time. I was tired and my soul felt like it was still in Chicago where we had to make an unscheduled landing for in climate weather.

     

     

     

    I rang her fancy doorbell and she answered wearing black silk pajamas. Nothing overtly sexy about it yet when our eyes met there was that feeling again, that feeling that suggested I never really felt anything for anyone. I walked into her house and dropped my bag in the corner by the door.

     

     

     

    Her whole body read such sadness to me. Like she was trapped in her bad feelings, like she wore it as a piece of armor. We walked down this long hallway I was too chicken to investigate when I was here for the party. It dawned on me how long ago that felt, how much everything had changed until that point. We walked until this spiral stair case revealed it’s self. Up the stairs we went till we arrived in this game room. Pool table, huge screen to watch movies, nice stereo system. She opens these French doors and walks out to a nice balcony. She motions for me to follow her and I do. We sit at this nice wicker patio set, she had been drinking and I only noticed that she was drunk when I got a good look at her.

     

     

     

    “Can I have what you are having?” I asked her

     

     

     

    “Long island ice tea…..Bruce’s favorite……”

     

     

     

     

    “Carmen?”

     

     

     

     

    “I know….I shouldn’t drink and wallow in misery, he left me right…..more than willing to let me be with you….more than willing to leave me all alone…..here drink up….to 365 days of loneliness…..and yes my heart is bleeding……”

     

     

     

    I watched as she poured me a tall glass then settled back in her chair. She ran her hand thru her long hair and it distracted me, her hands, her slender fingers, the shade of nail polish she wore, so femme…..so fatally femme…..I loved it, and that is what I had been thinking trying so bad to get to her. I had been thinking about the little things about her that I loved, and worse I had been thinking could they all add up, those little things of love….for her.

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