Friday, June 30, 2017

Zac & Lila


What's the best way to forget someone? Work. Nonstop. Yeah, that doesn't mean you're having a good old time getting cheers from the old timers and tips, right and left. Not at that old roadhouse.

Lots of lifting. Cases of beer, pop..even ice.

Was it already the 4th?

I didn't have time to think what Zac might be up, too. Wasn't like we roamed in each other's circles.

I really didn't have the cash to grocery shop. Yeah, I ate what scraps that didn't look too disgusting. Nothing worse than swallowing a dead cigarette someone left in a Jack and Coke. Gotta watch out for those cigarettes.

So there I was, all by my lonesome with a bunch of old farts, looking at me, as if was cheap entertainment.

Really, the roadhouse could use some decent help. I'd cleaned up one, too many tables. My arms were tired, and the sweat that trickled down my neck had turned cold.

"Hey." I thought I heard from behind me. If that kid Zac had found me, I was going to be so pissed. I gritted hard, thinking I'd punch him in the face.

But when I turned, it wasn't him.

"When do you ...get off?" His words left me with a big question mark. All I could do was stare into his face.

I shook my head, no. I couldn't get mixed up with Gil, again. I'd only done that little errand for Dara. And look where it got me? With the likes of Zac. Who I was doubting every second I actually did anything with him, other than sleep.

I went to put the tray of dirty dishes away. It was dark in the roadhouse, but the lights of reality were on, in the kitchen. It was humid and nasty, but he followed me.

"What do you want?" I drew a frown as I looked him over. This wasn't a place for him. But then again, looks were always deceiving.

"I've been thinking about you." He was even lipped. His dark eyes got to me, thinking he was the most sincere person I'd seen in a long time. But then again, maybe I needed sleep.

"Why?" I finally managed, but a laugh came over me. "What do you want?"

"Let me buy you, dinner."

"Seriously?" Maybe I was drunk on laughter. But even my shoulder blades ached. I really needed to take a load off. I looked down at my scuffed boots. I yawned. No way, could I stay awake for anything. I looked back at the dark room. Twangy country tunes went on as if the party just started.

"I dunno." I really didn't have a reason to be hanging around this late. "Sure." I gave in, or maybe he heard my stomach growling.

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Zac & Lila

Small-Town USA : Zac

Where was she? The hours felt like days, at the grocery store. Zac couldn't keep his mind on work.

In his head, he could see Lila coming to find him. Coming to have it out with him.

 He could even feel her sharp index finger press against his chest. Shouting into his face. "WHO IN THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE..YOU LIL' S H I T?"

But it was after lunch, she didn't come.

Was that subliminal... for something else? He winced at the matter, trying to drone on with the bagging. Not once did he switch with Mandy.

He didn't notice the perturbed look on her heart-shaped face. After all, he didn't really like her..until..until..

He didn't want to think about that now.

But Lila was a no show..and well..something needed to be fixed...

Because..when the male species..

He shook the thought from his head, as if he'd had to sit through an out-dated film strip on the matter of  s e x...

By 5 p.m., it was time to go and he needed to get out of here.

He grabbed Mandy's wrist, with his store vest in the other. He'd had enough. No overtime here.

"W..what.." She looked at him as if he'd lost it.

There was the old-timer to take over. Zac pulled her with him. They went straight to the time clock. He pushed in his code. He knew her's, just as well.

Mandy looked at him, as her little round mouth came open.

He frowned back at her, as if this was all her fault. He wanted to blame someone.

By the time they got to the hot parking lot, he snatched her keys from her geeky bag, which was full of Harry Potter paperbacks and a pink note book.

A part of him wanted to go through the note book.

"Are you writing about me!" He hissed as he pushed her into the passenger side of the old gray Toyota.

She kept a straight face, and kept quite while he got in, to drive.

He knew the car. This was much was true. She never really let him drive, but he did. OK, she never said he could. But it didn't matter.

He sped up before the light could turn red and made a left, going toward the city park. the entrance was a canopy of old trees, so nostalgic of generations past.

They went past the playground, past the old pool where the teen girls hung out, just to watch the college lifeguards.

Onward toward the river where the wild grapes grew along with other tangled things.

The breeze wasn't half bad from the car window, but it was still hot and so was Zac.

Finally, he stopped, put the car in park and took the keys out of the ignition and into the pocket of his nice tan pants (he always wore to work).

His sheepish grin shown as he looked over at Mandy.

Did he even know she was here?

He sighed. Sometimes, he had to use his imagination.

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Zac & Lila


Sleep was the only thing I really wanted.

How had I let this happen. I squinted hard and fell back against the sun lit pillow. How I wished it was a storm, a cloudy day. I didn't want to be awake.

When did Zac leave? I didn't want to care, but I did.

Why was he like this? That little punk.

He..made me want to punch him now, but it hadn't really been like that.

Of course, he got a big laugh, when we got to my place. It was just on the other side of Gil's place.

Honestly, I didn't know we lived in the same apartment complex. Naturally, Zac didn't believe him.

"I think you know him." Zac seethed in jealousy, just talking about Gil.

"I DO NOT KNOW HIM." This much was true. Although, I'd seen him around the college. After all, the dude is tall and definitely model worthy. All those things that Zac isn't.

After we shared a cigarette (Zac and me) I told him he was too short. A good reason why we should not date.

"Whats that got to do with anything? When you're horizontal." He chuckled with smoke in his mouth. I couldn't get that moment out of my head..even now.

He'd made me cough, maybe laugh.

I shook my head, no. No way, was that going to happen. Never.

I sighed now. Of course, I didn't know that for sure. Maybe, it already happened.

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Zac & Lila

Small-Town USA : Zac

Zac thought back... how awake he felt while being with Lila. Usually, he was a sleepy boy with bedroom eyes (or at least he'd been told this by someone at church.) Of course, he could barely hold his eyes open at the moment while working at the well lit grocery store (mid-morning). He was dog tired.

But when he was with Lila, he felt so alive. He couldn't help but smile about it now as he bagged groceries. He was on auto-pilot.

"What's up with you?" Mandy wasn't her timid self who hated to cashier, but he was too lazy to do it, today. Usually, she never questioned him because she was so shy.

"What?" He squinted a face, she went on with her work, hitting each key precise and diligently.

When would this day end, he thought to himself with a big sigh. He had to find that girl Lila, again, he had too.

He frowned then, wondering what was up with Lila and the college guy, Gil. Evidently, he was a TA at the college.

"You know, anybody by the name of Gil?" He asked Mandy after the old lady pushed her cart of two grocery bags out. It wasn't enough to take them to the car for her. He only did that sort of thing, if he really had too.

"What?" It was like she was mimicking him. He knew there was a reason he'd never hit it off with the nerd girl. She was definitely not his type. Never would be.

Of course, he wondered if Gil was Lila's type. Their conversation was short. She mentioned Zac by name, but they didn't stay long enough for Zac to ask about his idea to sell his own cigarettes. After all, they did look like the store bought kind, not those homemade fat things. Of course, he knew the real deal was to get your own bong, but he had to blend in.

As it was, no one knew when he was high or not.

Still, Zac thought of Gil's gaze, when he looked at Lila. Yeah, Zac knew they must have gotten together. There was a history between them, he intended to find out about.

Of course, he did get Lila to try one his cigarettes back at her place. They'd hung out and watched old episodes of Larry King and shared a big red bucket of vanilla ice cream. Maybe that's why he felt so bloated now.

His lips curved up, ever so slightly. Yeap, Lila was warming up to him. He bet they could meet up soon.

Friday, May 26, 2017

Zac & Lila

Small-Town USA : Zac's quirks and habits

Zachariah James Foster
Age: 21
Personality: He looks like an angel but is quite devilish.
Bio: Was adopted by an American family when he was only 27 days old and has never learned his native Korean language, and hasn't felt a need to connect with his roots. He's a good boy. He's in choir and plays the guitar and drums at church. He could be his father's right hand man, only he doesn't really 'feel" it, anymore.

He works at the local grocery store. They are fond of him and let him have weekends off, because..hey, he's a preacher's son.

Song that describes them:

Quirks and Habits:

A good burger is his favorite breakfast, and he likes to eat around the outside first until he can finish it off in one bite. He is not a cat person. He's never had to take care of an animal since it was more important to take care of the church and the church's flock. He's gone hungry before to make sure the ones who need food get it. Possibly, he's a little resentful about that. He's gone to sleep actually standing up, before while waiting with his father at someone's house that his father was ministering. Zac loves to dance, only its a sin in his religion. He'd love to go to ever rock concert, but as of yet hasn't gone to one.

Zac would love to take karate and there is a school for kids (next to where he works). His gut feeling is that the teacher of that school is actually his father. Perhaps, he wishes this karate expert was his father. But of course, Zac hasn't taken a lesson yet.

Face Claim: L

When Zac met Lila


Zac didn't claim to be an authority on m'room, but he heard they were pretty sweet. Although, he did like to make his own cigarettes, it was hard to get all the ingredients he needed. After all, the first time he tried the substance, it was at the beach.

He didn't get to the water on that trip. Instead, he walked around stoned for awhile on the boardwalk and tried a bit of late night skateboarding. Luckily, he didn't get a head injury. Of course, he'd tried to be sparing with the baggie of leaves, and he took care to use it, ever great once in awhile.

But now he was out.

Sal from produce gave him a number to call. Next thing he knew he was waiting outside by the picnic tables (out back of the grocery store) for someone to make a drop-off.

Seriously, Zac was expecting a drive by of some kind. Instead, this girl on a rundown moped came zipping up to him. She wasn't wearing a helmet. Her hair was so dark and straight and she looked rather mean, to Zac. After all, she'd texted back asking for a selfie, so she would know who she was looking for.

Of course, fifteen minutes ago, he didn't think she would be a she. He didn't know what he was expecting.

Naturally, she wanted to make a swift exchange.

"What?" She was serious and even lipped, but almost in a pout. "You, need to smell it or something?" She flipped her dark hair over her shoulder.

He looked down at her thick thigh in the short cutoffs. Honestly, she could have been a biker chick, but the bike..well, that was pure crap.

He let a sly grin slip.

"What is your problem?" She winced.

He studied her more under the illuminating street light. His grin was open.

"Jesus, where the hell do I know you, from?" He winced a broad smile.

She sighed as if he was wasting her time.

"I know..I know you." He was certain of it. He wanted to know what year she graduated.

"God, will you just shut up and give me the cash." She was not happy with his conversation.

"OK, if I give you.. what you want... will you tell me who you work for?" Zac wanted to know.

"Who are you? A cop?" She sighed as if she better go before she ran out of gas. The engine sputtered.

" course, not." He have her the cash then and he got his baggie. Only... he got on the back of her moped before she could leave.

A guy named Zac


"Do you want to die!" It was the only thing I could come up with, looking into that little punk's face. Oh, I knew who he was. How could I not know, in this little town.

Naturally, he laughed in my face.

I stopped the moped (which isn't even mine, but Dara's. I was only trying to help her out since she's having morning sickness.), got off of it and was ready to slam some sense into the preacher's kid.

"You're just what I expected. Still, same old Lila." He shook his head as he sat there on the back of the piece of junk that didn't sound so well with the two of us on it. His smile was infectious, and I hated it.

Why did he know my name?

"What?" It was hard to say if that was a frown or a smile in that smirk of his. He studied my eyes as if he had a plan. I just needed to help him.

"I'm..I'm only doing this for a friend." I was just following directions. "I don't plan on making it a career. It's a one night thing."

"I see," His smile remained. "You, do a lot of one night things?" He chuckled softly.

I tilted me head and winced hard. "Are you on something, already?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" That smile, so open and rather inviting. What was he? With that impish smile of his.

"Look, I don't want to get you involved in any of this." Just what I needed, getting mixed up with a kid like him.

"I'm not a kid." He reminded me, as he kept staring at me under the street light.

The summer air wasn't quite humid yet. Just a hint of spring remained, and it made me want to get moving. I was already nervous enough, using someone else's transportation and doing their job.

"Go home." I ordered. My fist tighten I was ready to slug him, but he only smiled more.

"Come on, show me how it works." There was something just a little nasty about this boy.

"How what works?" I tensed.

"You know, is it like a pyramid scheme, or something." He shrugged.

I rolled my eyes.

"Just where do you go from here?" He made it sound I had miles to go, to some factory where gangsters were hanging out by the pier.

I sighed. "I just drop the money off.." I felt I'd already said too much. "Then..then I go home."


I nodded. "Yeah, where you need to be. Or..or you take that home?" I pointed to the baggie, he was still not so sure where to put it. Finally, he put it down his pant. "Is that really safe?" I winced.

"Then take me home with you." He said as if it was already settle and what was the hold up.

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I glared at him.

He hopped back on the moped, waiting for me as if we were a team of some kind.

"Shouldn't we be wearing helmets or something?" He asked.

"Oh, god.." What was I getting myself into? An all nighter with a preacher's son? I got back on the moped.

"Hold still," Zac said. He took my hair and started to braid it as if he might have made ropes in a past life. "It gets in my face."

"Well, if..if you'd..just leave." I told him.

"Yeah, I know, you don't want to get in trouble for beating up a preacher's kid." He tied the braid then, with a string from his pocket.

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

the cardigan

The Cardigan

Its been such a wacky weather month, this December. Some nights have been a 3 dog night (that's Canadian for it takes that many dogs to keep you warm at night) while closer to Christmas we had almost 60 degrees! Fog that freezes things. Thunderstorms. I know, it could have been so much worse.

And to have Monday off these last two weeks of the year have been exciting yet depressing (making up those hours at work.)

Thankfully, that trusty gray cardigan of mine has gotten me through the month. Every year, I look for a new one (except, its not always new..I do thrift) However, this year I found a really long cardigan that I can practically trip over (that is if I'm trying to escape the mall quickly, but I never go there.)

However, I was out before Thanksgiving and found someone who makes their own fashions at a craft show, and saw all these cardigans. Of course, the price was a little hefty. I told her I loved the look and flow of them and she said, "Well..I LOVE the one you have on."

Suddenly, it occurred to me..I'm actually in style. Me? I live in the mid-west, and we are a conservative bunch..I might add. No one around here looks like they are ready to make a booty call. Plus, I work at the library and one might think we are all nuns in black.

Of course, the very long cardigan was very helpful during the furnace breakdown at work. Its been a bad year for us at the library when it comes to heating and cooling. Also, our director lives in her coat, most days. Anyway, I used the cardigan as a blanket.

Truly, I'm not always fashionable. But I love a piece in my wardrobe that's functional.

Yes, I'd wear my flannel pjs to work..if I could. Since I have a very long cardigan..a lot of times, no one really knows what kind of bottoms I'm wearing.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

Kaori & Ellie prt.12

Kaori & Ellie prt.12

Ellie could see there wasn't much to worry about, getting ready for Kaori and J's night.  Nico, closed shop and decorated the place to J's specification. After all, many of his old friends wanted to celebrate with them. They would take care of the alcoholic beverages.

Still, Ellie worried about Kaori. Didn't it take weeks to prepare for a wedding? Evidently, not.

There was cake and lots of goodies. Most were made by Nico, but some were provided by J's Aunts.

"How come they knew about this, before we did?" She kept hugging herself, eyeing the beautiful spread of food on the table.

"It wouldn't have been a surprise, now would it?" Of course, he kissed her on the cheek, and she wiped the sticky kiss away like a spoiled child. She made a sour face.

So many things she needed to talk about. But it wouldn't happen today. All she needed was to wear something nice. It would have to come from Kaori's wardrobe, but she was here at Nico's not there. She guessed her drab sweater would do, over her shabby attire.  Nico was in his usual duds. They were not the guests of honor.

Soon he coaxed her out of the shop. They bundled up to get to the registry on time. Ellie did have her doubts it would even happen, but there they were. Simply a classic couple.

 J wore a suit and Kaori was in white. Her bouquet of pink flowers made the moment, all the more romantic, even in a busy hall.

Ellie wanted to be in a pout. However, her best friend was getting married. It only took a few minutes for it to happen. Even Micky was there with some other guy.

Ellie looked to Nico who's smile was so sincere as he watched. She gritted a smile.

But suddenly tears emerged. She didn't mean for it to happen.

Kaori looked back and laughed.

"Why are you crying?" She asked Ellie.

"Because..because..I'm so happy, for you. I'm really happy that you've found what you wanted." She hugged her friend, doubting she'd ever be so lucky.