Persuade Me
Flossie
Summary- Ever felt so venerable, so blind that if you could have anything, it would be for everything to be as it was before? Only you would make it work this time. Because it was your fault. Everything was your fault.
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Author's note- Remembering that I don't write much anymore- this is short and I like it short. Nothing more I could add without dragging. Good or bad reviews.
"In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is
king."
-Desiderius Erasmus
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She sits at the bar bench.
The bartender passes her another drink. His brow knots, as he studies the girl. Pretty he decides, he likes her hair, sleek and black, her jacket doesn't suit her though. Very business-like. Too professional for her. Her back is too straight and her shoes too smart. No, she's too prefect. Doesn't have a ring though, it surprises him for a second, maybe that's her imperfection, can't get the right guy.
Until he looks at her face. Notices the drowsy eyelids, how she her neck bends a little and how her face doesn't change from its direct expression.
It's a cocktail, she thinks, well maybe from those colours.
They're really pretty colours too, red and orange and yellow.
She likes yellow, it's a happy colour. She thinks Brett likes yellow too. Yellow for bananas. Brett liked bananas, on his cereal in the mornings. She doesn't like bananas, she thinks she likes strawberries. Yes. Strawberries. But are they a fruit? She thinks maybe they are a berry. She likes berries too, in yoghurt. Brett likes yoghurt too she thinks. Maybe he doesn't like yoghurt, maybe he likes ice-cream better. She wonders what type of ice-cream Brett likes. Perhaps he likes chocolate, or maybe strawberry. But are they a berry or a fruit? Brett likes fruit. Brett likes bananas. He likes bananas on his cereal in the mornings.
The bartender has seen the look a thousand times. In a thousand faces. He fears for the girl. Knowing how defenceless she must be. He pities her, wonder what happened to get her in here. To get her this way. He taps her shoulder lightly; she jumps a little, and then looks directly at her. He notices how beautiful her eyes really are.
"Miss, are you alright? How much have you had to drink?"
The girl looks confused for a second, then frowns at him, scolding him.
"Oh no sir, I'm sorry, Brett doesn't drink, "she shakes her head certainly, "You shouldn't either. Brett always says it's bad for you, he says..."
"Here miss, want me to call you a cab? It'd be no problem."
"Oh there's no need, Brett will be here shortly to pick me up. Don't you worry."
She giggles a little to herself and plays with the chain around her neck, she likes that chain, it's pretty and gold and it sparkles in the light.
"I'm calling a cab now, you just sit tight, and I'll be back in a second."
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