12 November 2010

Dinner time...

Her hair was soft and golden blonde, shimmering in the sunset. His was thick and black like a horse’s mane and that's where he got his nickname from. Her skin was pale, against her bright, floral dress that flapped lightly on her smooth legs. He was the complete opposite to her, his skin tight from a tan. He wore only demin shorts he had cut from old jeans and his bare chest showed the creases of his toned stomach. The two sat side by side in weathered old deck chairs humming away to the tune Mane strummed on his guitar. The strings vibrated strong into the evening in time with the crickets buzzing away in the wild grass. The wind whipped up blowing a sweet sent of salty air from the beaches down below along with the heat that was radiating off the hot sand.

“The Gods are starting a fight…” Mane commented pointing to the blackening sky. Lizzie looked up boldly to the sky and smirked.

“No” She laughed, “They’re hungry.”

Mane laughed along with her, so taken by her different views on the world. Where he had been brought up, among the pine trees and rivers in America he had been taught that thunderstorms meant nothing but trouble and here Lizzie was, completely amused and relaxed by it.

She held a Polaroid camera neatly in her hands. It was a gift from Mane for her birthday and although he really couldn’t afford it, he had made sure he had given her the best present he possibly could, even if it meant washing dishes at the town pub for the next 40 years of his life. She snapped away two pictures quickly, one of Mane smiling down at his guitar and another of the wide, open field before them.

“Don’t waste the film” Mane joked a slight hint of worry in his voice as he thought about the fact that he wouldn’t be able to afford to buy her more.

Lizzie looked at him, eyes gleaming and it wasn’t until the raindrops, like tears began to run down his chest, pooling at his belly, that he realised what she was grinning at. The skies opened quickly letting rain hit them like small bullets. Mane pulled his chair back under the cover of the veranda and tried to compete with the needle like sound of the rain hitting the earth around them.

Lizzie stood from her chair and spun a few times, hands out stretched like a sacrifice. Mane began to strum harder and let his voice break out loudly in song along with her spins.

“Dance with me!” Lizzie yelled above the thunder.

Mane continued to sing as lightning lit up their surroundings like the brightest day in spring. Lizzie’s mouth dropped as she lifted her camera to try and capture her awe, the beauty of her surroundings.

“Dance with me!” Lizzie called again, this time as she unbuttoned the back of her dress, letting it slip awkwardly to the ground.

Mane watched her in amazement, his heart pounding as she danced away to the drums of the storm, nearly naked. Slowly he lifted from his seat and set his guitar aside. Lizzie barely noticed the ring of his music washing away with the rain. He watched her grinning under the rain, counting as moments flew by before he reached 10 and ran to her, scooping her up in his arms. Together they danced, hand in hand, bare skin upon bare skin, with not a care in the world, to the song of an empty stomach.

4 comments:

Milly said...

Wowie Lize, you wrote this?

Liza said...

I did indeed Mill :)

Milly said...

That's awesome :) It's really really good :)
There's some things you could probably do to make it even better, but they're mostly minor points, this is brilliant ;)
:)

Liza said...

Lol send me a message on fb. I've picked up a few mistakes in some posts so far :P