She was beautiful. The way the crimson light reflected off her curves. How everything she said sounded like the voice of an angel. My first guitar and definitely not my last. But out of all the instruments to grace me with their presence, she always stood out for some unknown reason.
“The way you look at that damn guitar makes me think you want to sleep with it.” Marli remarked with a smirk.
“I probably have at one point or another.” I replied jokingly.
“How do you not know? Wouldn’t it be pretty memorable?”
“Depends on how much I drank, I guess.”
“You’re honestly the most hopeless person I know.” She said with that smirk turning into a cheek-to-cheek grin.
It was a humid night, like a giant doona had been laid across the quiet suburb. We sat there on the patio hoping to escape from the deathly warm, un-air-conditioned house with a cold breeze. Or anything cold for that matter. I would have sat in the outside freezer if there was any room, but the chances of that were somewhere between none, and frozen pizza.
The humidity was a problem; neither of us could be bothered with our guitars. Mentally, we needed a break from the strains of everyday life. But physically, well that was a different story all together, we didn’t have the strength to strike the strings let alone hold a chord for more than a few seconds at a time.
“Still feel like a guitar sesh?” Marli asked while putting her guitar on the chair beside her.
“Nah, I really can’t be bothered with it right now. I just want to sleep.” As if I hadn’t slept enough today already.
“Feel like going for a drive then?”
It was a regular occurrence with us, not unusual to randomly jump in the car and drive somewhere distant. Sometimes for food, sometimes for no reason at all.
“Yeah, at least the beast has air-conditioning.” I answered.
“Even if it didn’t… Windows and highways.” She laughed.
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Deep Creek
Мистика"I had no idea where I wanted to be. In truth, I didn't want to be anywhere. In my mind, existence was optional... And at times, confusing. So I planned to do what I always did in this situation; I'd drive. No particular direction, just onto the nea...
