Zennie
Bluelighter
this came into my head while listening to aimee mann's "red vines" and i also like reading it outloud while that song is playing
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Dipping his fingertips into the pocket, breath frosted over, he licked his lips and placed the cigarette between them. Cupping his hands around the fire, his face flickered against the wind and light. He twisted his body and hunkered down on the sidewalk, finally glancing up at her.
No. He wasn’t it, but he would last and that mattered. The parking lot stood empty, save the dotting of lights from the street lamps overhead, calling for a saxophone and a blues song. She ran her fingernails softly over his cheek and slipped the cigarette into her mouth as she snatched the bottle from between his knees. She bowed then and walked towards the street light.
Her shape was distorted beneath the harsh light: hollowed eyes, shadowed nose. She twirled around the post, smoke and frost blowing back into her face. She stopped and peered back at the sitting figure. Finishing the bottle, she let it slip through her fingers and tilted her head. He stood startled as the shreds of glass sang in the silence. Catching his hand, she led him then to the backseat of his car.
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Dipping his fingertips into the pocket, breath frosted over, he licked his lips and placed the cigarette between them. Cupping his hands around the fire, his face flickered against the wind and light. He twisted his body and hunkered down on the sidewalk, finally glancing up at her.
No. He wasn’t it, but he would last and that mattered. The parking lot stood empty, save the dotting of lights from the street lamps overhead, calling for a saxophone and a blues song. She ran her fingernails softly over his cheek and slipped the cigarette into her mouth as she snatched the bottle from between his knees. She bowed then and walked towards the street light.
Her shape was distorted beneath the harsh light: hollowed eyes, shadowed nose. She twirled around the post, smoke and frost blowing back into her face. She stopped and peered back at the sitting figure. Finishing the bottle, she let it slip through her fingers and tilted her head. He stood startled as the shreds of glass sang in the silence. Catching his hand, she led him then to the backseat of his car.
