I love the power of words. As you may have noticed reading my journal. A well turned phrase. An insight. A strange juxtaposition. Sometimes just a single word will get inside of my head and stay there...just floating...until it lands. Sometimes things that are said in chat will resonate through my days, splintering into echoes that fuel the imagination. On Saturday in chat there was a brief discussion among several parties about...slither. The word dropped into my subconscious and I carried it with me, unaware until this happened. ----
We were at Ponce's on Adam's Street, sitting at the bar, talking and laughing. A woman came in and took a seat near the door on a bench. She was of middle years, of middle height and weight, Asian or Hispanic (or both). She had brown hair pulled back in a pony tail. She had a pleasant if plain face. She was wearing a white mens style shirt, untucked and buttoned up, and blue jeans.
The only reason I noticed her was because of what she was doing - sitting quietly on the bench, not checked in with the hostess, not moving into the bar - just sitting there, checking her watch. Again. Again. Obviously waiting on some event that had a time interval. It was the repetitive watch checking that caught my eye.
The time arrived. She stood up. She loosened her hair, spilling it across her shoulders, letting it fall down her back. She unbuttoned her shirt and then tucked it into her jeans, revealing the summer undershirt she was wearing in a dark blue, shear but not revealing. She bit her lips.
The door opened and a man walked in. She smiled at him, a dazzling smile. They kissed on the cheek. He checked in with the hostess and she walked them to the table and the woman, who for fifteen minutes had sat invisible on the bench by the door turned every head, man and woman, as she...slithered...into the dining room. Not overt. Not glaring or gaudy. Just pure sensuality. Just pure slither.
My friends, who were sitting there, who had a perfect view of her on the bench, noticed her and both commented on her beauty - as if she had just walked in the door. Pure slither. It was...cool. Sent via BlackBerry by AT
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