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Redlight Antics

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A few days ago I entered a pact with K8 the Gr8.  If one of us blogs, the other has to.  It has worked out great and finally got me off my arse and got my fingers on the keyboard where they belong.  I’m writing whatever comes to mind, ‘til I can sort out some short fiction that I’m working on.

This evening, I decided to go down to city centre to peruse the park and surroundings and hopefully get some pictures.  I got more than I bargained for, but I like surprises.  I was making my way through the exhaust fumes of the traffic, when out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of a redhead that that I know standing on the corner when I was about to turn.

I rolled down the window, leaned out, and said, “Hey Red, come here”.

 

She looked over while jabbering something inaudible on her mobile.  She came running over with those beaming green eyes and her infamous strawberry golden ringlets flailing in the summer zephyr.

“What are you doing down here?”  I asked whilst observing the man in a BMW convertible, grinning from ear to ear.

“I’m down here to meet some girlfriends for dinner”, she said whilst leaning into the truck.

“Can I come along?”  I asked while watching her look at herself in the side mirror.

The light is about to turn green by this point.

“No”, she exclaims.

“Get your cute butt in here and you can hang out with me ‘til they get here.”

She hopped in the other side and I looked over at the guy in the BMW.  He shook his head, and yelled, “Man, I ain’t never seen a white boy pick up a chick like that.  You sure you’re not part brother?”

“Hey, I’m everyone’s brother”, I said, as I laughingly pulled away.

She hung out with me while I took pictures and told me about every minute of everyday I had missed.  She talks 24/7!  Smile

The girls showed up and they went off to play.  I love her to bits, but my patience for her antics is finite these days.  Actually, she and Scarlet from a previous post are a lot alike.  That’s what scares me!  What can I say, I have a genetic predisposition for redheads.  Smile

 

Twilight Tea

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Sleepy eyes.

Feet dragging from the bedroom to the cool kitchen tiles.

Weary eyes peer out the window pane over the sink to find a moonlit wind swept drive.

Peek into a mysterious cupboard to discover Early Grey awaiting a pour.

Half and Half or Straight?

Hot kettle screeches a wakening tune breaking the subdued silence of twilight.

Inhalation of steamy rousing aromas.

Sip…

A familiar knock at the door.

Jingling keys.

Door slowly opens.

Silhouette comes into view.

A becoming smile.

Strawberry golden ringlets glistening in the moonlight.

Green eyes gleaming that of a flightless sprite.

…

“I’m sorry”, says she.

A long embrace laden with the scents of Grey Goose and ciggies.

“Cuppa tea?”  Says I while searching for a cup in the esoteric parallels of the cupboards..

“You and your teas”, says she, laughingly, while digging around in the icebox.

Laughter and tears ensue as the sun awakes the worlds clocks.

….

Morning birds chirp a sunny harmony.

Twilight tea, a good woman, and dumb sod, me.

Knee in Mouth

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The other night, Red and myself were in city centre observing the whacky towners.  We sauntered down main street after leaving the Pub.  A crowd of young women met us at the crosswalk.  One of them caught my eye, as we crossed paths.

She was wearing a very tight jersey and an even tighter short leather skirt.  It looked as though she had painted it on.  In my stupidly half inebriated state, I said something that I would normally never ever say.  I blame the ‘Merkan version of Guinness.

“Damn gurl, did you have to melt that thing on, or did it come attached to yer hips?”

She smiled and kept walking, her friends giggling in the background.

Next thing I knew, I was getting slapped in the back of the head.  I don’t know what for.  I was just genuinely concerned for the girls well being.   :)

So, I pulled Red to the side at the bridge and whispered one of my best lines, as the setting sunrays made her ginger ringlets radiate like threads of gold. 

She playfully started trying to knee me, where I didn’t need to be kneed.  Accidently, she went a bit high with her playful game and I hit a higher note.  I let on that it was worse than it was, so she and I hobbled back to me truck. 

All is well now, thankfully.

I must have a target on my head that only women see!   :)

Moral of rambling:  Keep your big mouths shut, men.