Today’s words: Horrifying, Love, Exquisite, Mood
Word count: 702
Completion time: 1 hour 47 mins
Summary: Love in a really inappropriate place
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The loud voice echoed through the building,
dominating the atmosphere. At frequent intervals, heavy emphasis would be put
on certain words, words one should pay particular attention to, shaking awake
any drowsy bodies that dared get too comfortable. The voice commanded that you
follow its every word, like a pendulum commanding the gullible. Almost every
word was important, judging by the volume of the voice and the intensity of the
arm gestures. Several people in the audience nodded strongly after important-sounding
sentences, but most were probably acting like the nodding dog, or imitating
their neighbour.
The mood was
tense, too tense, and all I could think of was how great (no, exquisite would
be the right word...probably) it would be to have an orgasm, even one of those
weak ones that felt like a mildly satisfying piss.
Orgasms had
the power to cure headaches, stress, even period pain...they were nature’s
medicine (must remember to google ‘orgasm pain remedy’ for more).
The most
uptight people probably only needed an appendage between their legs to cure
them of their – seemingly perpetual – misery, I guarantee.
The person standing behind the microphone talked
at such length, it was like he had only just then regained his voice after ten
years of mutism. He refused to place his mouth more than a couple of
centimetres away from the mic, like he was prolonging an inevitable,
long-awaited kiss with a lover.
Keisha sighed involuntary at the spectacle before
her, crossing her right leg over her left and slowly rocking back and forth.
No-one else looked as bored as she did, so she tried to construct her best serious
expression, but it felt like her face had been plastered with PVC glue.
As she slyly looked around the sea of sombre
faces, she spotted a girl with pink hair who, hair aside, stood out to her –
she was bopping her head and rolling her eyes, checking her watch mere seconds
before she had checked it the previous time. Keisha smirked.
As she was inspecting the candyfloss girl, several
noises erupted through the room – the creaking of benches, material swishing
against material, the shuffling of feet. It was time for everyone to move to
the front.
Keisha joined the line of people, making sure not
to lose sight of the rose-colour hair that had been the lamp to her moth. There
were two lines, both facing each other, and the girl had joined the other line.
If she got the numbers right, they would meet at the front at exactly the same
time. She counted twenty-six people in front of her, so she allowed seven
people to move in front of her. The moths went wild.
Slowly the line moved, made slower by certain
people taking too long at the front. She got a headache from willing the line
to move faster.
As soon as I
saw her, I knew that I couldn’t leave without saying anything. She’s the type
of person you need to talk to just so they know your face and remember your
voice, the itch that’s painful to leave unscratched.
Scratch that
Too cheesy
She was just
nice to look at, that’s all.
After a few more minutes, Keisha made it to the
front and was face to face with the girl she had dubbed as Pinky in her head.
She was just as beautiful as she had been from afar, but no point dwelling on
her features – beauty is subjective.
At the front of both queues, there was a long oak
box that people were free to look into (as the nature of the event expected,
but didn’t compel), so the girl hadn’t even looked at Keisha yet – her attention
was on what was inside the box.
“This is horrifying...” she mumbled to herself. “He
looks just like he did when he was alive.”
Keisha put both hands on the edge of the wood, not
bothering to look into the box, but instead looking over at the girl, seemingly
suspended in time. She felt like Leonardo DiCaprio in Romeo + Juliet just as he spots Juliet close-up for the first time.
I’m not gonna fall in love with her,
misunderstand everything and kill myself...am I?
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