Title: Flame and fortune
Author: Amara Tenoh (TofuDog)
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Goren meets Cecelia, an old flame of his, who has run into a wad
of money. Will their love be based on real love or her money?
Notes: I have made Goren into a poet. Read my Goren's Musings to read some
of my other poems 'by' Goren. Also, each chapter will have a poem and have
300-400 words.
Goren was walking in Central Park. His hands behind his back, meandering around the park, looking at the birds and other people. He noticed a child flapping his arms like an airplane and smiled. He loved children. Goren whistled a tune as he walked. He just looked at the sights, smelling the scents, earring the sounds. He loved life. He loved to walk and enjoy his life. He pulled a notebook out of his pocket and sat down on a bench. He started to write a poem.
Life
The beauty of life
Death
The grace of death
Intertwined, this is the essence of our spirit.
Goren closed his notebook and sighed. He loved to write his poems. They freed his spirit, his soul. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his leg. He startled awake and turned to his side. "Hello? Do I know you?" He asked the beautiful woman next to him. He looked at the woman. She had black hair to her shoulders and strikingly beautiful aqua-coloured eyes. Her ruby red lips were full and gorgeous. She had on a blue dress, showing cleavage, and only down to her knees. She was sitting on the bench next Goren. Slowly, recognition showed in Goren's eyes. "Cecelia. It's nice to see you. How are you doing?"
"Rich." She said with her thick voice. "I'm in the money." She rubbed her fingers together. "How are you Bobby?"
"I'm fine." He said. He was in shock. He hadn't seen Cecelia in seven years. What should he say? He stumbled on his words. "Ahh--oh--um." Cecelia grabbed is stubbly chin and shook it like she would a dog. She batted her eyes in a seductive way. Goren looked her up and down. She leaned forward, showing off cleavage, and she planted a kiss on Goren's cheek. Goren blushed. He didn't know what to do. Cecelia had grown up from the awkward teenager to a beautiful rich woman. Goren remembered the ugly girl, but, then, looked at the beautiful woman ahead of him. "How did you find me?"
"I followed you from your house. I watched you." She said. "I know where you live. Maybe, I can come over to your house for dinner some night. What do you say?"
Goren mumbled. "Yeah, ok, sure." He said in a trance. He had never felt like this before.
Goren was walking in Central Park. His hands behind his back, meandering around the park, looking at the birds and other people. He noticed a child flapping his arms like an airplane and smiled. He loved children. Goren whistled a tune as he walked. He just looked at the sights, smelling the scents, earring the sounds. He loved life. He loved to walk and enjoy his life. He pulled a notebook out of his pocket and sat down on a bench. He started to write a poem.
Life
The beauty of life
Death
The grace of death
Intertwined, this is the essence of our spirit.
Goren closed his notebook and sighed. He loved to write his poems. They freed his spirit, his soul. He leaned back and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his leg. He startled awake and turned to his side. "Hello? Do I know you?" He asked the beautiful woman next to him. He looked at the woman. She had black hair to her shoulders and strikingly beautiful aqua-coloured eyes. Her ruby red lips were full and gorgeous. She had on a blue dress, showing cleavage, and only down to her knees. She was sitting on the bench next Goren. Slowly, recognition showed in Goren's eyes. "Cecelia. It's nice to see you. How are you doing?"
"Rich." She said with her thick voice. "I'm in the money." She rubbed her fingers together. "How are you Bobby?"
"I'm fine." He said. He was in shock. He hadn't seen Cecelia in seven years. What should he say? He stumbled on his words. "Ahh--oh--um." Cecelia grabbed is stubbly chin and shook it like she would a dog. She batted her eyes in a seductive way. Goren looked her up and down. She leaned forward, showing off cleavage, and she planted a kiss on Goren's cheek. Goren blushed. He didn't know what to do. Cecelia had grown up from the awkward teenager to a beautiful rich woman. Goren remembered the ugly girl, but, then, looked at the beautiful woman ahead of him. "How did you find me?"
"I followed you from your house. I watched you." She said. "I know where you live. Maybe, I can come over to your house for dinner some night. What do you say?"
Goren mumbled. "Yeah, ok, sure." He said in a trance. He had never felt like this before.