Syracuse, NY — The party was in full swing.
Some people were in the loft apartment holding beverages while others were on the sidewalk holding cigarettes. A crescent moon lit up the night sky. There was a slight breeze, just strong enough to keep a match from lighting without two helping hands cupped around it in prayer.
Inside, near the window, Sam was holding the attention of a woman dressed in a yellow cardigan, white pencil skirt and a pair of strappy sandals. The summer shoes showed off her freshly painted toe nails.
“The color is called ‘past, present and fuchsia’,'” she said. “I can’t remember where I got it.”
She was a pleasant woman. Confident. She’d nod and smile, giving Sam her undivided attention while running her finger over the top of her glass. Sam could tell she was only half listening but that wasn’t her fault. The music was a bit loud and the swaying bodies were distracting.
“The device. God, I just know it will change everything. I just need to put down the brush and pick up a wrench,” Sam said.
She smiled.
Sam smiled.
She took a sip of her drink and let her eyes wander around the room. Sam followed.
A few couples danced while others talked. One man fidgeted with the sound system while another whispered in a woman’s ear. Summer bliss.
On a love seat wedged into a corner sat Frank, legs crossed and a drink in hand. He was silent, still. The only part of him that moved were his eyes, darting back and forth intermittently. Then stopping.
“Sam, your idea sounds so interesting,” said the woman. “I just don’t know much about mechanics.”
Sam stared at Frank, half-smiled, then turned back to the woman.
“Anyone can teach anyone about mechanics and the such,” Sam said. “But no one can teach you how to be a woman.”
Life can be so still
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fernando, this is nice (based on my brief association). but every writer needs an editor, in this case, just a bit, a word here and there. ask me what i mean, if you’re interested.
kate.
Thanks, Kate. An editor is always needed. I look forward to your suggestions.