Friday, November 18, 2011

Road Trip




The sky still and dark, the air laced with a sobering chill. He challenged her to a ride on his motorcycle. He should have known she loved adventure and spontaneity, but mostly she found him irresistibly fascinating. She would have followed him anywhere that night.  The two dove through his closet, and rose to the surface with an oversized fur hat, and an obnoxiously puffed up orange coat.  The sight of it took her back to the coat her mom would sport every year while hanging Christmas lights. The same orange disaster she had mocked year after year. He placed the coat on her back, they both laughed; she looked like an inside-out Oompa-Loompa. With his fur hat and a coat that would never match up to this kind of weather, they were off.

Youth overriding common sense, the two lovers excitedly hopped on his bike. On their way to nowhere they motored through the empty campus, conversation between them, slim and comfortable. She gazed at the overgrown trees, once so vibrant, now created a dark masterpiece. Their college grounds, usually ablaze with faces and friends, sat solemn. The speed, wind and icy air left their eyes tearing and ears stinging, still they wanted to be right where they were. With each curve of the street, their charming town wrote one more sentence of their love story. Little did they know this arctic adventure would lead to warm hearts and many sweet kisses.

Arms around his waist head nestled against his back, she cherished him. He, educated and worldly, she innocent and unscathed the match while not made in heaven made sense. Though their relationship would fade this memory she would look upon with lasting fondness.

Disclaimer: This is an excercise I did for Write on Edge. The challenge is highligted here.
Thanks for reading,
lindy


10 comments :

  1. This was fun to read. Young love is passionate and exciting and you captured that beautifully here.

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  2. I love the sense of nostalgia that runs throughout this piece. It evokes certain emotions that I think we can all relate to. Great job!

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  3. Very nice - I love the the rhythm of your writing draws you into this relationship. In terms of concrit, I think I would drop this bit here: "The sight of it took her back to the coat her mom would sport every year while hanging Christmas lights. The same orange disaster she had mocked year after year." Her flashback took me out of the moment instead of drawing me in!

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  4. Lindy I challenge you to write a book or a "blog book".. a post at a time. Your little challenges is a slight taste of crack for, first time ever, and I LIKE it!!!

    Just sayin'.....

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  5. i like it. so carefree! love the detail of the orange coat!

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  6. Brings back memories (good) of my own romances with boys loooonnnnngggg gone. I really liked the feelings of nostalgia and youthfulness I got from reading this.

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  7. the orange coat, WOW, I could see it, almost feel it. Plus I liked thinking he was older than her, maybe a professor and she a student.

    either way it was sexy and fleeting and GOOD.

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  8. I love anything with Oompa-Loompas. :-) But seriously, this is lovely. It really captures that blissful single-mindedness that youth in love tends to have.

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  9. Great piece, love the sense of nostalgia and your descriptions. :)

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  10. I like this line a lot:
    Their college grounds, usually ablaze with faces and friends, sat solemn.

    One year, I went back to college between Christmas Day and New Year's Eve (I worked retail,) and it was absolutely dead up there. That line reminded me of that (and made me wish I would have had a cute boy on a motorcycle to share that time with!)

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