Faces
Love is caring. Many people forget that day by day. Sometimes people think love is a physical relationship because it is seen all over the world. From TV shows, to billboards, to movies, the list goes on. But, in a true love story there is more then just kissing and touching. Love is based on giving not getting.
Now like all stories, the main characters 'the couple' in more exact terms, bicker and fight. Fighting and quarreling like most stories.
The main difference in my story then the many others you have read is they do not meet at the very first, but have known each other for years.
For this story, (and for me not wanting to sued) we will give this couple different identities. So instead of their real names, we will call them Paul and Ann. And instead naming the place they work at, we will call it the "Corner Market."
We begin again...
We move out of this woman's orderly office, and we move to a messy apartment of a man. Paul, the other person of this quite interesting couple.
He is running on the treadmill, reading a health magazine, and listening to Queen loudly on his iPod.
The timer rings. He stops running. He breathes heavily and walks off
the treadmill. Turns the iPod off as he walks to the TV room.
He turns the television on, and walks to the bathroom to start the day.
The sound of a familiar commercial rings loud into the bathroom. He smiles and
recites it while it plays.
"The book that you all have been waiting for. The end of the series of
novels from Pam Brooks! What will Kathy do when all hope is lost, and
she is running against the clock. In five days you will find out.
Straight out of the authors hand!"
The theme music plays, and he chuckles to himself. " Does anyone know
that she is still working on the last page?" He laughs.
He had watched his coworker slave over the last page countless
times. Writing that page seemed almost to be the death of her. He
walked into her office the day before. Her eyes glued onto her laptop, hair like Albert Einstein's, and chewing on a half of a pencil. She had chewed off the other half.
Dozens of papers were on the floor, with trashcan overflowing in the corner. He picked a paper up by his feet, and opened the crinkled page.
"No" she screamed. She ran over, and grabbed the paper from him. "Don't read it!"
He is taken aback. Eyes wide from the rage of the women.
"Why?" he asked.
"You don't need to know." She sat back down, and put the pencil stub back into her mouth.
The blaring of a commercial brings him back to reality. Still confused at why in the world those last pages were so special.
He turns on the faucet and brushes his teeth, dancing to a commercial about a fruity cereal with a talking purple monkey. He moves like a lunatic. This quality is something to be admired. Being able to dance like a lunatic. That's what this story is based on.
TO BE CONTINUED...