Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Prototype

I'm sitting on a tall stool in a cafe' wearing a flowing, umpire-waisted strapless dress in coral that sweeps the floor. Two messy french braids meet at the nape of my neck and my nose is so far in a book that I'm completely oblivious to the world around me.


This is my Saturday morning in the city.


There are lots of things to do and even more being done. But none of this matters to me. I'm at the best part of my newest obsession, I mean, book. I love books and reading them even more. You can find me resting here, reading here, and writing here--religiously. This window seat allows for just enough light to illuminate the pages perfectly and just enough cover from prying eyes. It's almost romantic.




Diggin’ this energy and well aware that this will never stay between just you and me because I can barely contain myself. Here I am, head over heels, heels over head, and nose wide open. Mine prefers your scent over any other. But you’re unavailable right now so I’ll leave this message after the tone-- yours deep, rich, and resonating through the drums in my ear. The cadence heavy on the 808 and careful not to bust the tweeter--yet.
**Beep** I know you hear me calling, the inflection in my voice rising and falling. Intonation. Articulation. Modulation.
You study my instrumental melody. There are no words even close to my lips. But the sudden dip in my hips sends you to the next bar. This sixteen just as euphonious as the first. Almost reaching the pinnacle but not yet. Pause. Run the tape back, flip it, and turn up the treble.
This message is getting long. Let the machine stop. There’s no need for its technology. My voice coming through crystal clear and almost loud enough for the neighbors to hear--you playing my song. Tune’s stuck in my head--over and over again. No words. Just sound. Pounding the speakers and I’m riding the beat.
Far from ignorant of bliss like this and hooked on your refrain….


Nikki Wright (also known as "Ms Write"). Oh, how I absolutely adore her candor and lyricism! As a matter of fact, I was so in love, I hadn't noticed the waiter waiting on me.


"Looks like someone loves poetry." he said.


"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't see you. 'Voicemail' is my favorite." I uttered while holding open my captivator for him to see. I hated being interrupted but he was only doing his job so, I decided to keep my, 'Go away! Can't you see I'm reading?' expression to myself.


"Would you mind if I take a seat?" (Insert raised eyebrow here.) "I mean, unless you're waiting for someone. Are you? I can leave. I should just leave, shouldn't I?" He stumbled all over himself.


"Someone sure asks a lot of questions. Don't you work here?" I managed to get in between his questioning and second guessing.


"No. I just..." I missed a little because I was too busy feeling a bit like a dunce for assuming that because of his disheveled hair and all black attire, he was a waiter. "...You come here a lot?"


"Maybe." I didn't want to divulge too much. I don't know this guy. He could be, well, let's just say this IS the city.


"You must think I'm some kind of..." Almost an hour later, I managed to break away from his blue-green eyed stare and smooth but sort of raspy tone to realize. I think I'm in love...AGAIN!

7 comments:

jwriter said...

That was so good. I was at the edge of my seat reading to see what was going to happen next. This was your best post yet. (I read it twice it was so good). I don't want to feel like a dunce, but did this really happen? I ask this because the setting, the reading, you making the mistake in thinking the man who was semi-stalking you was a waiter, and everything doesn't happen in real life or maybe it does. Great job!

Nicole said...

lol THANKS!! Unfortunately, this post is fiction. I made it up. But the part about two messy french braids and the dress is real. I actually did my hair like that while wearing that dress and my imagination just kinda took it from there! It was fun! I think I'm gonna make this a part of my blog. Kind of a to be continued kinda thing?? What do you think?

Nicole said...

Oh! "Voicemail" is actually a poem I wrote about the "best s-e-x" I never had. I suppose I have some kind of vivid imagination. lol

phoebe said...

lol i was going to ask the same thing... if this really happened, haha. very crafty! keep the readers on our toes :-)

Nicole said...

lol thanks!!

E said...

Great post!! Can't wait to see what happens next!

Nicole said...

Stay tuned!! There's more on the way!