Chapter 3: Dance of Words
Ok now I think I have
The
Spacing
Right.
Place where someone else might put a disclaimer: What kind of name is "The Doors?"
Wrote this when I had to sit in the office b-cause I forgot it wuz Wednesday and went to the wrong lunch.
"Well?" She said, and sniffed.
"Well, what?"
"Well, aren't you going to ask me if I want to talk about it?"
"You didn't look like you wanted to." He began floating back toward the party, to 'talk' to Joey and Mike.
She floated up next to him. "You don't talk to people much, do you?"
"Not if I can help it, no."
"I can tell." An even longer awkward silence.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
She smiled a smile that shone like the sun through the clouds. "Yes."
"Okay."
"Well, before I was an exchange student, I lived in Brazil. It's a beautiful place, darling, you should go there sometime."
"Two languages is enough for me, thanks."
"Well, anyway, something happened, and now I'm afraid of fire."
"So then what was, umm…"
"Oh, that. At every dance we like to play something for the professors. Do you know 'Light My Fire?'"
"By The Doors, yes. It was my father's favorite song."
"Well, I didn't last through the first chorus, baby, and that's when you saw me just now."
"Oh." During this discussion, they'd been drifting slowly and diagonally toward a window. Sasha saw earth tones inside.
"Well, this is my room. Listen, you can hear the blender." As she opened the window telekinetically, she turned to him. "Thanks for listening. It meant a lot to me." Her eyes were still rheumy (watery), but Sasha knew he had made a difference when she smiled at him before floating horizontally through the window.
I've gotten now to the point where I can start the ushy-gushyness, but only a little bit at a time. Now I'm gonna try to work on my other story. Wow. That's 2 upgrades in one day.