Short Romance
I gazed into her gently lit eyes. T heir pale, iridescent glow, like pools of blue in the sky that was her face. Oh, what a face. She licked her supple, red lips as she moved her fork, twisting it around in her plate of pasta. She looked up through the candle's soft glow and blushed subtly, realizing that I had been watching her every move. She and I, sitting at the table in an agony of silence, except for the quiet tones emitted from my CD player. Then she said, "This is the best Fettuccini Alfredo that I have ever had." I replied, "Thanks, but I must give some credit to my mother. She taught me everything I know." I smiled, and she smiled in return. Then our moment was disturbed by the telephone. "Please excuse me," I said, and pushed back from the table. In the kitchen, I picked up the phone and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message at the sound of the click, and if you're lucky, I'll get back to you." I hung up the phone and grabbed the dessert tray. "Who was that?" she asked as I walked into the room. I replied, "The president again. Sometimes I wish he could run this country on his own." "Oh, Tschuk!," she said, "Your wry sense of humor makes me so hot." I sat down, and she continued, "So where were we?" I replied, "I believe you were undressing me with your eyes." Suddenly, I could see the anger as tears of fury welled up in her eyes. "You jerk!" she screamed, "I thought you'd be different!" Then she stood up and gave me a left hook to the chin. I was knocked over, and sprawled on the floor. She stomped on my chest and kicked me in the side. I grabbed her ankle and twisted it violently. She fell to the ground and screamed. She reached up to the table and grabbed a knife. Quickly, she lunged for my face. I moved out of the way and the knife embedded itself in the floor. We stopped struggling. Lying there, she said, "I think I'd better go." I replied, "Yeah. Sorry about that. I didn't mean to hurt you." "That's all right," she said, "I might have overreacted a little." And with that we stood up and dusted ourselves off. I asked, "Can I walk you to the door?" She smiled and blushed a little. I took her arm in mine and eased her through the foyer. Gently, I helped her with her coat and bid her Good-Night. I stood at the door and watched her limp down the hall, wondering about things that could've been.
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