Thursday, September 11, 2008

The Life of Love

Dressed to the T, the ballroom awaited him. Strolling up the stairs the two guards covered with red garments swung the ballroom doors open. Crossing over from civilization to fantasy he stepped into the ball. His top hat stood tall, black and feathered. South of his brim he wore a penguin suit flowing tailored to his body. The music was blaring and laughter filled his ears. The dancing people were swaying and spinning. He made his way through the crowds heading straight for the bar. "What to drink tonight sir?" The tender blurting out to the man as if he was awaiting his arrival. The finely dressed man returned with the words "Scotch on the rocks my good man." "Yes, yes of course." the tender replied. "Anything for the Mrs. sir?" "No thank, no Mrs." "My apologizes sir." The top hat man turned around and leaned his back up against the long dark wooden bar. Softly speaking to himself he says "Let the games begin..." The tender with a confused look on his face says "Excuse me sir?" Turning back around the top hat man returned his question with "Oh nothing good man, oh nothing." Breaking immediately away from the bar into the ballroom. Gazing upon the women dancing , ruling out almost each and everyone of them as if he already had a face in mind. The ball was decorated with great crystallized chandeliers and white flowers running along the stair banisters. As he brushes by couple after couple he keeps his eyes peeled, searching. Finally catching her eyes, he breaks through the floor like a dog on a scent. He slows as he approaches this woman from behind. He leans his chin over her shoulder and whispers, "My it has been too long." He could feel her smile illuminating. She whips around, now standing within inches of his chest. She stood just barely under his chin. Looking up to him she says "Shall we dance then?" As soon as they met each others hands they were off. Everything fell into place, as if nothing was ever lost. That night turned into days and the days turned into years. They lived in unison from that night forward bringing their fantasies to life. 

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