VisDare 18: Inspect

So i've skipped a few weeks of VisDare...not really from choice as much as being blocked. But i'm back this week with a new installment, and once again i'm continuing the previous story following Alan and Kimberly. So yeah, this is the fifth installment. :) (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) There are links to all the previous entries. Coming soon in the next couple weeks I will put up a master post so less clicking...I just didn't have time to do it this week. So here goes!

 

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The two of them leaned with their backs to the railing watching a young father with his kid down the dock with a fresh catch.  Alan turned looking at her hazel eyes and quickly forced a smile before looking out at the water.  The fog had started to burn away and with it the dark water.

“Most guys come into the bar with clear intentions; it’s a game to them.  They stalk the bar, looking for a desirable prey.”  She placed her hand on his, “How long has it been?”

 “Three months.”  Alan paused.  “If I told you I made mistakes, I’m where I’m at by my own faults?”

Kimberly replied.  “We’ve all made mistakes.  What’s important is I can see it, even now you’re thinking of her.”

“For the only time in my life, it made sense.  Everything in my life made sense.  And now she is gone.”

VisDare 14: Normalcy

HA!  I actually did not think I would do this weeks VisDare...I had made a promise to myself for at least a few weeks I would continue to write my entries connecting them one entry to the next...  Until I saw this weeks picture and the first thought I had was how the heck am I going to do this....

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Previous entries (you really do need to go read them first I think...)  Whorl (part one), Waiting (part two), Atmospheric (part three)!

“Why?”

He knew it was a simple question without a simple answer, her lips parted to speak with a pause.

“My grandmother raised me, small town far from here.  Very conservative and anyone different was labeled so.  Every Saturday we would go to the farmer’s market she would always wear this old dress, complete with pearls, bracelets, and hat.  What always caught the most attention was Baxter, her pet duck, always at her side on a leash.  I loved those Saturday afternoon walks it wasn’t until years later I could recall the looks and whispers.  The idea my grandmother wasn’t quite all there.”   He watched her lean against the rail, “you were so out of place last night in the bar, and when you left you reminded me of her an odd duck not knowing he needed someone, a friend to look out for him.”

(145 Words)

VisDare: Atmospheric

My hat goes off to all those people who do VisDare week in and week out with the same story...  It's not as easy as it looks and it took me multiple attempts to come up with one this week to continue the story from the last two weeks.  Whorl (part 1) -  Waiting (part 2)

So, yeah, if you haven't read my last two visdare's you will probably want to read them before this one.  :)

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He knew the water was there hidden by the fog, he could imagine hands reaching up through the bleak shadows wanting to pull him down.

“Thought I would find you here.”

He turned.  He had left the bar at last call and was surprised, they had talked most of the night but he never thought he would see her again.  “How?”  She pulled the bonnet down covering her multicolored hair, “you said this was your spot, where you came to clear your head when the thoughts became too overwhelming.”

“I haven’t been home.”

“I would think not,” she leaned against the rail beside him, “It’s beautiful, the smell…okay the smell isn’t that much better than the bar but still beautiful.”

He never saw it the night before but now in the morning light, through his own sleepless haze he noticed her smile for the first time.  “I’m Alan.”

“Kimberly.” 

(149 Words)

VisDare 12: Waiting

This weeks VisDare is a continuation from last weeks, Whorl!  So I think you should read it before this one...

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She knew his smile was fake, “do you love her?”

“Does it matter?”    

“Love is all that matters.”

“Only when they love you back.”

“And she doesn’t, is that the answer you’re looking for?”

“Once maybe, how do you forget someone you wanted to share every good, bad, and weird thought with?  Even found myself in a church looking for answers and only empty voices talked down on me.”

She refilled the barely touched beer and one of her own.  “You never do.  They are a part of you, in the grand scheme of our story.  There are people who even if they don’t know it, we still wake in the middle of the night with their voice whispering in our ear and the taste of their breath on our lips.  And we wait, years sometimes, even when we know nothings coming.”  She raised her glass in a toast.  

(149 Words)

VisDare 11: Whorl

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           “Been sitting there almost two hours and you’ve barely touched your drink.”

Everything was distorted.  His head on the bar he looked through the glass of beer only inches away.  “I’m lost in my thoughts, stuck really.”  He lifted his head pulling the drink around in front of him and everything was still out of focus.  The bar tender was his type, at least a half dozen noticeable tattoos and her short multi-colored hair pulled back into a pony tail showing the half dozen piercings in her two ears and her lip.  But he had barely noticed her.

“Get lost there a lot do you?”

“It’s a cloudy, confusing place,” he took a drink of his beer; he hated the taste but hoped it would give him an ounce of courage.  “I have all the answers but not the right one.”

“It’s a girl?”

He smiled, “it’s always a girl.”

(150 words)