Will you marry me? he said straight faced and cold. He watched the wind bite her face howling and screaming her way past up towards the tree’s scaring the leaves and all who nestled and clung to them she gleefully continued upsetting the bricks of the under pass. taking off some of their fine protective layer of dirt and mold and neglect. the wind was happy so she calmed. she had done her job and too a most excellent standard. the rain owed her a new dress.She had been late.
The woman he was talking to stared at him it was only when he pressed his hand into a smaller smeared hand indentation that he realized what she had done. skin hot skin. the signs of a firm quick slap.What a stupid fucking question to ask.
he really should of punched her in her face instead he just watched her flouncing off. he groaned as he got up. chasing her was normally fun but not this time. he watched all the dead grass release themselves into the winds hands as she started her journey back. a long slow walk for both of them.
the woman was leaning against a lamp post she caught his eye and started running. he was not a runner. he continued his heavy steady walking looking for something to throw.
the brick hit her shoulder .she couldn’t tell weather it was laughing before or after it had struck her.
stop running it said with it’s little rock mouth.
another piece of brick hit her square in the back
fucking hell just stop will you… this one said out of breath and panting just a little.
another piece hit her in the ear. STOP it hissed clearly with blood dripping down into it’s little eyes as it’s little forehead furrowed.
she stopped as a fifth piece finally took out her legs. while one leg consoled the other comparing a gash to bruises she sat up and hauled her self to the hedge at the side of the car park. prickly voyeuristic hedge.
what do you want she muttered staring up at the warm shadow that loomed over her.
i’m not asking for love nor do i want yours she slurred. you don’t have a soul so i ask again what do you want from me?
the warm shadow’s blood still raged.
I want… a soul it said after a long observation, it wished the continuous static in the air would go away.
you’ve got one that you don’t want… I want it.
all they both could taste was mint and vinegar.