hennaed hands

tripped up his perspective 

                            though seen up close the artfulness threw him off his disgust of tattoos he knew hennahow he knew he couldnt sayhe read a lot  he knew it wasnt permanent not a tattoo  he asked Its not permanent 

she laugheddidnt cover her mouth 

                                   Awhellno, I like to change things up, permanent’s a bit of a swear word in my lexicon. she was growing more attractive to him by the moment

Lexicon

A sweet descriptor, huh? I dig icon being part of it. 

descriptor

he had seen her a couple times priorthey had been introduced but he hadntthey hadnt opportunity to bore down admittedly then the henna throwing him off 

                                           Arya tryin to get into my pants 

Isn’t that my line?

Did I step on your toes

she laughed openmouthed again 

                                   I’m holding the line, bub . you trying to get into my pants? 

Id love to

the laughter bubbled  unforced very natural 

                                                  she was small  built proportionallythough tastefully busty  auburn hairbutched  unruly  saved her from the inane question and answering  This? No, I can’t do a damn thing with it. 

looked like a mad pixielike she might bite him for a reason no reason   feral

they went off to a bar after she closed her shop

they had several drinkshe had no idea where she was putting them

then she admitted she was Indianpart Irish

then he knew

   Say handsome, I don’t live far from here like to walk me home?

they made it as far as a school playground played on the swings he pushed her she kept leaning way back tagging him in the belly with the top of her head 

her playfulness and inversion tickled him 

made him hard

she noticed                       

swinging out and away she exitedflung herself into the air and on woodchips stuck the landing  turning to him as he walked up on her she did a little Rocky dance

she patted his cockfingers pointing down 

                                           Yagonna introduce me to your little friend said it like Tony Montana  Scarface

Happily though youll excuse himhes a little hard of hearing youll have to get very close when you say

undoing his belt buckle she went at the pantsbuttons in abandon she grabbed his cock took a knee HELLO! she gave him a tug and a kiss 

                       Take a look at this would ya?! he was looking See how large your cock looks in my hand?

Theres that  Matter of perspective

she didnt say

0640,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  31  8. 22 

1321, ReggaeFriday,  2  9. 22

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lookingup from of his book as he walked into through the parking lot he saw a little boy emerge carrying a schoolbag into the hot sunlight beside his father 

                                   his father was trying to have a conversation with him I had a fine day today, howbout you son?

the boyretarded walked forward blinking madlyhot sun in his eyes he didnt respond

Son, now you mightyou could say . . Dad, I had a good day too; your teacher said you had a very good day today.

the boy almost stumbledDad steadied himhand at his shoulder as he struggled to lift the plaid schoolbag up to his chest with his other hand he gripped itheld it before him asif a shield 

crossing in front of them he saw the boys blinking ceasedgave way to a hard stare it wasnt directed at anything a faraway look 

              he recognised it  his little brother was retarded  they were here and not here entranced  inhabiting a netherworld  oblivious 

                         he remembered thinking that if he was protectedguarded itd be a nice place to go off to  somewhere   over the rainbow    hurtle the horizon  be A-WAY 

                                                                    unfortunately creeping fear broke across the boys face because his father walked beside him he didnt see it 

                                                        then the boys expression twistedagonised

the while his father had continued to try and cajole his son to converse he was diligentthough visibly irritated yet it did not reveal in the tenor his voice 

as he continued walking he couldnt imagine having a retarded childbe responsible for them the rest of their life his life

the little boy began to whine pitifully then crysobbed

he understood it was the sunthe heat it was oppressive aggressive 

                                                                        all the years the boy had been alive  this creature this junior high twelve or thirteen year old  the heat hadnt been onehunednine degrees September First

felt like walking in an oven

                            he thought creature the father was catchingup realising the suddenheat his son was experiencing after being indoors embraced by airconditioning the whole school day  he thought creature because they innatelybasically understood Jungs collective unconscious kollektives Unbewusstes synchronised Unconscious  a fineskein web cast around the earth  engulfing it  communicating the fear of abnormal heatGet out of the sun seek shelter save yourself 

the boy staggered then began to walk backwardsretreating  his father grabbed him by the shoulderhe sobbed louder

Yes son it is hot, but when we get to the car I’ll turn the airconditioning on full blast, cool you down immediately.

the boy tried to shake his fathers hand but couldnt

                                                     he heard the scuffle at his back the father beginning to drag the little creature forward INTO the sun INTO the blazing heat INTO annihilation  INNATELY bound to his creaturesenseGET OUT OF THE SUN  SEEK SHELTER   GET OUT OF THE SUN

midparking lot he assumedhe heard an Umph the fathers gaspbreath as he lifted the boy off his feetstill struggling  bodily carrying him to the car as he sobbedscreamed  unable to flee to hide from the hotwash of the sun

a spectacle he heard  did not watch  

he wanted out of the sun too

his creature instincts were screaming inside his head as loud as the little boy did       

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1039,  ReggaeFriday,  2  9. 22

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