Never Look Back
Chapter 02
Written by Silver Vixen
The coffee was black, no sugar, no cream, just the way the young man liked it. He drowned the coffee in one gulp and rose from his seat at the cafe table. He made his way towards the door with his signature slight swagger when he felt an itch between his shoulders, the kind you get when some one is looking at you. He turned and spotted a group of giggling teenage girls sneaking glances at him. He smirked; he got this everywhere he went even when he was hanging onto his lover.
He decided to play along and lower his sunglasses, giving the girls a 100 watt smile and flipping his long braid over his shoulder, then strolling out of the cafe leaving a squealing mess of highschool girls behind him. He smiled; it was always amusing to see their reactions. He whistled a tune to himself, swinging his car keys on one finger, walking through the crowds with gracious ease. He glanced in the windows as he walked by, stopping occasionally to stop and look at something inside.
He passed a brightly decorated window then went back for another look. He pressed his hands up to the glass; there was a painting in the window, a beautiful acrylic painting of something he held very close to his heart. It was a large monument, surrounding by trees in their fall colors, golds, oranges, and reds covering the base of the marble monument. The sky was light, the blue of autumn and the washed out watercolor blue of old blue jeans and faded ink. The artist had written their name in a curly script, the initials AR in the bottom right corner.
He needed that painting, needed the piece of his past that existed in that artwork. He walked towards the door and opened it as a young lady pushed out, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.
"I'm terribly sorry!" exclaimed the young man, helping the girl up off the ground. He grinned to himself; it was the young woman from the hotel, the photographer.
She gave him a big smile and dusted off her pants, as she leaned on his arm, "I'm alright and it was my fault. I wasn't looking." She winced as she put some weight on her left foot.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a bit concerned showing in his voice. Though he tended to act like a smart-ass most of the time he was quite caring and concerned at heart although he would have never admitted it aloud.
"I think I twisted my ankle," She replied, clutching his arm tighter for support, digging her fingers into his arm, "Damn, how am I supposed to get back to the hotel?"
"Don't worry, I'll take you back since I'm staying there anyway. It's the least I can do for causing you to do this," he grinned, swinging his car keys around on one finger, "Oh, I'm Solan."
She grinned back, flipping her hair away from her face, "I'm Helen and thanks. I would really appreciate it. "
"No prob. Just let me go buy something inside and we can go back," he said, making his way inside the door. She waited patiently as he stepped inside.
A young sales man made his way through the shop towards him, wearing the trademark sales person smile, saying, "What can I do for you?"
The braided young man pointed to the painting in the window, "I'd like to buy that painting in the window."
The sales man nodded, moving towards the window and picking up the painting, "A fantastic work of art, especially for such a young artist as she is. I'll ring it up."
They moved towards the sales counter, the young man taping his fingers on the edge of the desk as the sales man ran it up. He let his eyes roam the walls of the store, humming a tune to himself.
The sales man looked up at him with a smile, "This is only one of a few of her paintings. She has a whole series she is going to sell us. Would you like some more information about when they will be on sale?"
The young man blinked then smiled, "Of course."
The computer bleeped at the sales man who looked at it, saying, "It comes to $150. You can pay with cash, credit, or a check."
The young man reached into his pocket and withdrew a credit card from his wallet, sliding it across the counter towards the sales man.
The sales man caught it and ran it through the process quickly, handing back the card and wrapping up the painting in protective layers of bubble paper and brown wrapping paper.
He dipped his head in thanks and walked towards the door, opening it to the jingle of the bell hung over the top of the door and shutting it behind him.
He smiled and held up the wrapped painting as Helen looked towards him, saying, "I'm done!"
She smiled, "You are sure enthusiastic about life you know."
He smiled and winked, "One of my few faults."
She laughed as he stepped over to his car and opened the door, sliding the papers aside so she could sit. He leaned over the back of the seat and gently put down the wrapped painting, settling it so it would not be harmed. He then helped her into the seat, closing the door after her and making his way to the other side, dodging the traffic and swearing when a car barely missed him.
He flopped in his seat, slamming the door behind him and gave Helen an encouraging smile before sticking the key in the ignition, making the car roar to life. He picked a tape from the pile by his feet and stuffed it into the player, turning on the player with a swift movement of his fingers. The song "Call Me, Call Me" from Cowboy Bebop blared from the radio and he turned into down, smiling at Helen.
She smiled back, singing along under her breath and leaning one arm against the open windowsill. He pulled out of the parking place and made his way towards the hotel once more.
*
The church was dark, it was late in the night and the frightened little orphan boy was scared. He had the familiar nightmare again, the one full of blood and screaming. It always frightened him and kept him awake.
His small feet padded against the stone floor, his scraggly teddy bear clutched tight against his chest. He whimpered as a dark shadow flitted across the little light coming from the stained glass windows. The small boy climbed the altar, silently walking across the worn red carpet. He made his way towards a large marble statue of Mary and the Baby Jesus. He looked up at them, both of them smiling down at him.
His lip began to quiver and tears began leaking out of the sides of his big dark blue eyes. He reached out to touch the carved dress of Mary, running his hand down to the red carpet at the bottom of the statue. He sat and curled himself around the statue's legs, slowly crying himself to sleep, one arm clutching Mary's dress and the other around his bear.
*
Yeah...I forgot to mention. This has about seven parts (I think) and it is not quite done. I just forgot to upload the rest last night. Oops?!
Chapter 02
Written by Silver Vixen
The coffee was black, no sugar, no cream, just the way the young man liked it. He drowned the coffee in one gulp and rose from his seat at the cafe table. He made his way towards the door with his signature slight swagger when he felt an itch between his shoulders, the kind you get when some one is looking at you. He turned and spotted a group of giggling teenage girls sneaking glances at him. He smirked; he got this everywhere he went even when he was hanging onto his lover.
He decided to play along and lower his sunglasses, giving the girls a 100 watt smile and flipping his long braid over his shoulder, then strolling out of the cafe leaving a squealing mess of highschool girls behind him. He smiled; it was always amusing to see their reactions. He whistled a tune to himself, swinging his car keys on one finger, walking through the crowds with gracious ease. He glanced in the windows as he walked by, stopping occasionally to stop and look at something inside.
He passed a brightly decorated window then went back for another look. He pressed his hands up to the glass; there was a painting in the window, a beautiful acrylic painting of something he held very close to his heart. It was a large monument, surrounding by trees in their fall colors, golds, oranges, and reds covering the base of the marble monument. The sky was light, the blue of autumn and the washed out watercolor blue of old blue jeans and faded ink. The artist had written their name in a curly script, the initials AR in the bottom right corner.
He needed that painting, needed the piece of his past that existed in that artwork. He walked towards the door and opened it as a young lady pushed out, tripping over his feet and falling to the ground.
"I'm terribly sorry!" exclaimed the young man, helping the girl up off the ground. He grinned to himself; it was the young woman from the hotel, the photographer.
She gave him a big smile and dusted off her pants, as she leaned on his arm, "I'm alright and it was my fault. I wasn't looking." She winced as she put some weight on her left foot.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a bit concerned showing in his voice. Though he tended to act like a smart-ass most of the time he was quite caring and concerned at heart although he would have never admitted it aloud.
"I think I twisted my ankle," She replied, clutching his arm tighter for support, digging her fingers into his arm, "Damn, how am I supposed to get back to the hotel?"
"Don't worry, I'll take you back since I'm staying there anyway. It's the least I can do for causing you to do this," he grinned, swinging his car keys around on one finger, "Oh, I'm Solan."
She grinned back, flipping her hair away from her face, "I'm Helen and thanks. I would really appreciate it. "
"No prob. Just let me go buy something inside and we can go back," he said, making his way inside the door. She waited patiently as he stepped inside.
A young sales man made his way through the shop towards him, wearing the trademark sales person smile, saying, "What can I do for you?"
The braided young man pointed to the painting in the window, "I'd like to buy that painting in the window."
The sales man nodded, moving towards the window and picking up the painting, "A fantastic work of art, especially for such a young artist as she is. I'll ring it up."
They moved towards the sales counter, the young man taping his fingers on the edge of the desk as the sales man ran it up. He let his eyes roam the walls of the store, humming a tune to himself.
The sales man looked up at him with a smile, "This is only one of a few of her paintings. She has a whole series she is going to sell us. Would you like some more information about when they will be on sale?"
The young man blinked then smiled, "Of course."
The computer bleeped at the sales man who looked at it, saying, "It comes to $150. You can pay with cash, credit, or a check."
The young man reached into his pocket and withdrew a credit card from his wallet, sliding it across the counter towards the sales man.
The sales man caught it and ran it through the process quickly, handing back the card and wrapping up the painting in protective layers of bubble paper and brown wrapping paper.
He dipped his head in thanks and walked towards the door, opening it to the jingle of the bell hung over the top of the door and shutting it behind him.
He smiled and held up the wrapped painting as Helen looked towards him, saying, "I'm done!"
She smiled, "You are sure enthusiastic about life you know."
He smiled and winked, "One of my few faults."
She laughed as he stepped over to his car and opened the door, sliding the papers aside so she could sit. He leaned over the back of the seat and gently put down the wrapped painting, settling it so it would not be harmed. He then helped her into the seat, closing the door after her and making his way to the other side, dodging the traffic and swearing when a car barely missed him.
He flopped in his seat, slamming the door behind him and gave Helen an encouraging smile before sticking the key in the ignition, making the car roar to life. He picked a tape from the pile by his feet and stuffed it into the player, turning on the player with a swift movement of his fingers. The song "Call Me, Call Me" from Cowboy Bebop blared from the radio and he turned into down, smiling at Helen.
She smiled back, singing along under her breath and leaning one arm against the open windowsill. He pulled out of the parking place and made his way towards the hotel once more.
*
The church was dark, it was late in the night and the frightened little orphan boy was scared. He had the familiar nightmare again, the one full of blood and screaming. It always frightened him and kept him awake.
His small feet padded against the stone floor, his scraggly teddy bear clutched tight against his chest. He whimpered as a dark shadow flitted across the little light coming from the stained glass windows. The small boy climbed the altar, silently walking across the worn red carpet. He made his way towards a large marble statue of Mary and the Baby Jesus. He looked up at them, both of them smiling down at him.
His lip began to quiver and tears began leaking out of the sides of his big dark blue eyes. He reached out to touch the carved dress of Mary, running his hand down to the red carpet at the bottom of the statue. He sat and curled himself around the statue's legs, slowly crying himself to sleep, one arm clutching Mary's dress and the other around his bear.
*
Yeah...I forgot to mention. This has about seven parts (I think) and it is not quite done. I just forgot to upload the rest last night. Oops?!