Anyway, I wrote this after reading this poem. I hope this isn't plagiarism! I do steal a few lines, but the idea of it really intrigued me and I wanted to expand it in my own way. I hope the little "read more" thingy works too, I just didn't want another giant post after my last one.
Edit: I hope I don't offend anyone with the content! It's nothing to risqué, but I can't remember who's religious on here and who isn't, because it does involve religion and a little bit of sex. I just wanted to comment on the contradictions of modern people who are religious and embrace their faith, yet they also go against it, almost like picking and choosing. Just a little context and this was just to explore my own curiosities.
The coffee had turned cold in my palm as I
watched her thin lips move. The drone of her high-pitched voice continued, but
I’d stopped paying attention when my coffee was still warm. She didn’t seem to
notice, though, if I nodded at the correct intervals and gave a small laugh
when I heard the chime of her giggle, which made her turned up nose wrinkle.
While she talked far too much, it was comforting to be in the company of
someone else, to not be so stuck in the cluster of my own head. It was even
nicer being in the presence of such a pretty woman and having her interest.
We sat together in a charming café with the
smell of coffee grind surrounding us. The unmatched coffee mugs and asymmetric
chairs and stools made it feel a little offbeat. It was a rare find in a city
set on being extremely sleek, with sharp architecture and modern,
overpriced restaurants.
She stopped to sip on her latte and I gave my
nod of agreement to whatever useless topic she’d been going on about. As she
slowly licked the foam from her lips, she deliberately moved the collar of her
blouse to the side. I knew then that she was enjoying the date far more than
what I was.
That’s when I noticed it. The small and no doubt
sexual motion of her pushing her shirt across, to reveal and draw my eyes to
the bends in her chest, caused the fluorescent lighting in the quaint coffee
shop to catch the silver on a cross around her neck, and it glinted in my eyes.
The small piece of jewellery surprised me, she didn’t seem religious. Whenever
I thought of someone attending church, I pictured a short woman with stocky
legs that smelt of mothballs and wore a dress and matching hat in some
ridiculous shade of pink. But here in front of me was a young and beautiful
woman with a cross around her neck, a complete contradiction of my own
stereotype.
“Are you religious?” I gestured to the
necklace.
“Oh, yes.” She picked it up between her fingers,
and the overhead lighting caused it to wink at me again. “It’s nice just to
have a little piece of God with me, you know?” She asked, and the expectation
of me being able to relate was evident by the smile on her face.
“Do you go to church often?” I asked.
“I used to go weekly, now it’s about once a
month. My family’s pastor isn’t too happy about that.” She dropped the cross
and let it rest near her heart.
She continued with her previous story, her
one-track mind unfazed by my sudden interest in her beliefs. I placed the
chilly mug to my lips and gulped the stale coffee, my eyes never leaving the
cross around her neck as her rambling nonsense continued to spew from her
mouth.
When the waitresses began to stack the wooden
tables on top of one another, we knew it was time to leave. We stepped out onto
the street and the cold wind nipped my bare skin, causing goosebumps to pimple
on my arms. She turned to me and tucked a dark, frizzy curl behind her ear,
before wrapping her arms around her body. When she looked up at me shyly with a
small smile playing on her lips, I knew what to expect. She stood on her toes
to place her lips on mine. The smell of her perfume tickled my nostrils. I half
expected her lips to taste something like religion, like the mothball odour
that those older women emitted, but her strawberry flavoured lip-gloss was
sweet on my tongue. My body heated and I took her face in my hands, enjoying
the human connection of skin on skin, lips on lips, which had been absent in my
life for far too long.
She broke away, her breathing heavy. “I swear
I’m not usually this forward. It’s just – it’s so cold out. Would you like to
come back to my place?”
The whole drive back to her house, I couldn’t
stop thinking about that cross around her neck. Was it purely for aesthetics?
It couldn’t be, she had said she was religious. She wore the cross as a visual
reminder of her faith in Christian values, yet she was taking me to have
premarital sex, which was a sin. Did she believe in God only when it benefited
her? Perhaps the cross around her neck meant more to me than it meant to her.
These questions continued to nag at me, and they
only ceased when she pushed me into her dark, unlit apartment. The room reeked
of that spicy perfume that had itched my nose earlier, and it clouded my
thoughts. The smell was almost sickening. She grabbed my hand and led me into
her bedroom.
The pale light from the street lamps
outside leaked in through her window and made her skin look eerily porcelain. I
caught her waist; my body was humming with desperation to touch her, to feel
that connection and to be even closer to her. Her lips pursed against mine, my
tongue slipping into her warm, welcoming mouth to stroke hers. My fingers brushed
the cross as I unbuttoned her blouse leisurely. I threw her down on the bed,
her body sprawling out on the white silk bed sheets. I stood to look at her.
Her brow was creased with a desperate, pleading expression, her eyes on the
bulge in my pants. I wondered what her pastor would think as the cross around
her neck lay between her naked breasts.
God may have forgiven her for her sins that
night; perhaps that was why she uttered his name.
Nicole, that was amazing! I don't even really have words for it...but seriously. I loved the way you wrote from the guy's perspective, it was very different but it totally worked. But yeah, you seem to be just as talented at writing short stories as you are at coming up with novel ideas. :)
ReplyDeleteThat was great!
ReplyDeleteAttention catching, and you very clearly managed to portray the personality of the guy. Love it! :)
-H